Coming of Christmas means something else to me…..
……since my dearest Benga left us exactly on Christmas Day, 6 years
ago. Though he has always been very much in my thought, in the
long winter evenings there are no minutes without thinking of him.
I feel certain I will be able to embrace him again and again when
the time arrives, but till then the wait can be so agonizing
Take care of your Irish Setters, you can never know which day is
the last you spend together!