Life Trove

I took my beloved Mack for a walk to Waverton Park late one night. As was our ritual, I let him off the lead the moment we hit the grass, le...

I had just returned from a Sunday spiritual retreat—a day steeped in meditation, mindfulness, and the kind of profound silence that makes yo...

A short while after Ally and I separated, an old friend moved into the spare room. He was a steady presence, paid his rent on time, and I ap...

Every morning, I would head out early to my job as an English teacher, leaving Mack comfortably ensconced in the warmth of my bed. Our daily...

Mack was, in many ways, a spiritual dog—a natural Zen master of the "now." He was a creature of the light; if a single sunbeam pie...

Mack always loved me, but I was never under any illusion about the hierarchy of his heart. He was absolutely, unconditionally devoted to All...

Not long after Liza came into our lives—and into Mack’s—I returned home to find a mysterious envelope taped to my front door. It wasn’t a bi...

Mack had ears that were, quite simply, a sensory delight. They were so incredibly silky that I used to spend ages just stroking them, marvel...

Every year, I’d travel back to South Africa for several weeks to visit family. During these trips, my dog, Mack, would stay with Liza, who s...

For years, I’ve dedicated myself to a spiritual practice of mindfulness. My goal is simple: to walk in nature, stay grounded in my senses, a...

In 2013, I found myself diving into the digital depths of a Kindle book dedicated to the "Importance of Purpose." It was a heavy, ...

I found these old videos of dear Mack. So precious.

Sadly, I didn't take much video of Mackie but thankfully Liza took plenty and shortly after Mack passed away, she shared some of her vid...

I went out with my hiking friends a couple of nights ago to celebrate Mack's life and they gave me this sublime painting of Mackie. A be...

Mackie passed away a couple of days ago, just two months shy of his remarkable 19th birthday. It's hard to put into words what it meant ...

He was ready to go and had been in some discomfort for a couple of days. He was extremely peaceful at the end. Liza was present at his pass...

 

Mack was a real Trojan. It was a long day for him and he is not usually a fan of car drives, but he coped remarkably well. Jilly was delight...

Beautiful boy.   

There can be no doubt: Liza truly loves Mack with every ounce of her being.  He is very blessed to have her in his life and so am I.