On June 15th, my sweet boy Montana ascended.
He wasn’t just a companion; he was my copilot, my navigator, and the undisputed chief window officer.
We built an extraordinary journey together, one that ultimately led us deep into the mountains, always following his nose along the canyons and creeks. He was a fierce coyote chaser, a proud bear protector, and a world-class pup cup connoisseur. If you ever had the chance to meet him, you knew you were in the presence of a truly gentle, soulful spirit.
Spirit doesn’t die. It’s only the body that falls away.
The cabin is deeply quiet now without the sound of his steady breathing or the sharp bark that always reminded me to step away from the desk and head down to the water.
Montana was my greatest teacher.
The lessons he left behind—most importantly, how to truly give and receive love—are permanent. I know deep down that his beautiful energy will continue to guide the way from the other side.
Our soul contract is fulfilled. He finished his work here completely, and with honors.
Fly high above the canyon, my dear gentle boy. You are missed beyond measure, by friends two-legged and four, all around the world.
Good job. Good boy.
Thank you.
I put together a short video to give you a glimpse into our extraordinary journey together. You can watch his tribute below.
