On The Day

 I started to write this after Mr Jones died.    But the words would not come. He was a special guy, deserving of that great name. A name from the song I would sing to him when I'd get home ' Me and Mr Jones.... got a thing going on'  He was great company, very loyal with a great personality. His best buddy was a Springer called Flakes. Sadly, Mr Jones did not do well after Flakes died. He decided to follow him shortly afterwards.  They are buried together under the alders. I feed the birds there each morning, hoping to keep that place warm and alive.  As I have heard, we get these angels on loan for a while. They give so much and when they go they leave a hole in our souls.