Sylk
Treasured companion of Patty and Steve Woodbury, and their family.
His trot like running water. Like silk rolling off a skein.
Adventurer. Happy wanderer.
Gracious host. There to meet friends at the gate and to genially escort us. "This is my home-you are welcome here."
Patrician profile. Sits with back to you, then turns, head in silhouette, a classic sculpture,or a head minted on a coin.
Sylk.
Color of champagne. Of wind blowing through wheat.
Brave. The Come-Back Kid. He gave us, for as long as he could, the gift of one more day.
Sylk.
Gentleman. Gentle man.
Friend.
(Poem written by Nancy Parsons- a dear friend.)
Rataki Intala Sylkhan
May 11, 1986-October 18, 2000
Run free, dear Sylk.
You're in our hearts forever.
Steve and Patty Woodbury
With special thanks to Lorraine Trenholm for allowing him to own us.