He was Django the 90-pound purebred German Shepherd. My Auntie adopted him and he was the perfect fit in her household. Everyone loved Django. He was big in a small house, but never in the way. He looked out the front window with his large ears pointing up and a longing in his eyes when Auntie K would leave for an errand - and the other dog, Teddy, a little white poodle was also feeling safe and loved by Django.
When I heard his name, I thought, "Django has been here before." I was right. Auntie did have a Django another time, long ago. K's new Django was not named this at first ... but one day early on, she called him "Django" and it stuck. It felt right. Those times when things feel right, we know.
Django is suddenly gone. He had to leave this world and I know he is missed. Again, I ask myself why these things happen to wonderful people, to wonderful pets. The logical brain and faith can possibly explain it, but the heart still suffers. I feel K's hurt too, at a great distance. I haven't had a dog myself, but I am grateful that I've learned so much through K's love and loss experiences with her dog family.
... It feels right to write again too. It's a time when I know ... I am back. Django's death inspired me to write and that is a beautiful thing. The ying and yang, the negative and the positive, the energy given and the energy taken. Thank you Django for all the gifts you've brought.
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