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 sometimes.

Take care of your Irish Setters, you can never know which day is the last you spend together!

Marta

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