Whiskey is dying in the next few hours. I saw him mimic his butterfly rebirth , sucking nectar with his tongue. Brian has gone back to bed. I guess I will be his nurse. I put a big bowl of fresh water on the floor. He did not feel like drinking water. I put on no music. May he hear god just the way he needs and wants it. I am a little sad. But impermanece is beig taught. It looks like we will meet again, coyote. In the meantime, know we are everyone here for you. And your father, me, especially. It is a time of uncertainty but of no fear this deathless death. may i be wise enough to contemplate your thoughts God on all of this. In whatever way you see fit, says the mind of a girl dog of whiskey. You have tarveled far my freindly arthur . Verytime now, to be by your side, I let you peacefully travel in any way you wish, whiskey arthur, son of God and beloved brother of Phonse....Of all the skies and from all the palms, I receive you love , I take it in and let my mind travel for a while with the silent light I see...

It is a beautiful world out there. It is vast and full of silhouettes of love. Whsikey is in the bardo. I dont wish to cry, it is beautiful. A long long awakening of this dog is a buddha arthur lavigne. Om tare tuttare ture svoha Om tare tuttare ture svoha Om tare tuttare ture svoha Om tare tuttare ture svoha Om tare tuttare ture svoha  Om tare tuttare ture svoha. may the wolf travel the steps of tibetan soil from a farwest legend of faraway bhutan with khenpo sonam.  the land is beuatiful and dusty. Dust of snow and wind picking up in the cyclone of white. Whiskey is tarveling far now. I may hear the news on the steps of tibet.