On Friday night we suddenly lost our beloved Sanne to a catastrophic colic. He was 21, and had been with us since he was 3. His name, Sanne (Sa-na) means Lily in Dutch. I liked to call him Sanne, the Lily of Holland.
He was/is our angel, guide, dance partner, co-therapist, fabulous ride and precious friend. Our dear friend JoAnn Eccher wrote on Facebook that she is picturing him bathed in celestial light and moving toward a speedy rebirth. What I am feeling is the ache, the waves of grief, buoyed by my love and gratitude for the blessings of his many soulful teachings.
There are so few words. But there are these images. Most taken by either his other mama Pam White or Jeff Anderson.
Thank you my beautiful, blessed boy. Thank you.