This is the last photo I took of Izzy at Bedlam Farm, just before we took him to be put down, and looking at it, I think Izzy had been saying goodbye to me for some time. He had a virulent cancer that was just eating him up and the last night of his life, we sat together on the floor with his head in my lap. I stroked his head, talked and sang to him. This sweet and angelic soul was as affectionate and connected at the end as he had been for most of his wonderful life. I have happy to think of him buried in his garden, his favorite spot on the earth, apart from the ground near my feet.

In the last few months of his life, he had become Maria’s dog as well as mine. He spent most of his days in the Studio Barn. On the last day, it seemed so much that our powerful connection asserted itself again and we were looking for one another all the time.  How great a gift he gave me, entering my life, chasing sunsets with me, bringing his love and connection to people at the edge of life, then to Maria as well. I miss Izzy, every day.