Hovis

Hovis was named by Linda's auntie after a brand of brown bread sold in England. In his 14 years walking the earth, he has rambled in the long grass of english parks. Stood by us when we were sick, never leaving our sides. Saved uncle's life by nudging him awake in the middle of his first heart attack. Took us on long walks when our hearts were broken, mending our souls with his presense.

Losing him,

is like losing a lover who loves unconditionally, regardless of what monsters we turn into sometimes

is like losing a mother who kisses our cuts and bruises and makes us better

is like losing an old precious friend who knows us better than we do ourselves, and who grounds us in their presense

is like losing our own personal jesus or buddha, who understands that we are who we are, and that is enough for our salvation

Losing him, is like losing, all at once, our lover, our mother, our friend, and our god