"We had a running disagreement; we loved McCall, we loved Malibu. Couldn't our ashes be split half and half? No. So atop Jug Mountain is where Misty, McKenzie and I will join Tim and the other dogs." - Denise Novoselski
I said goodbye to my old boss and great friend, Tim Novoselski, last night. In a memorial service for several hundreds of their friends in Malibu, his soul-mate and wife, Denise, paid tribute to his life and death. One of the bonds that always kept us close was our mutual love of our animals, particularly our dogs. One year we took turns photographing each other with our dogs to use as Christmas cards. And, our animals have always been central, no, essential to our lives. So I can see no other memorial that would be more fitting than mingling Tim's ashes with those of his beloved dogs who proceeded him over the Rainbow Bridge.
What struck me the most, however, was how much Tim and Deni loved each other. It wasn't in their words. It was always in their actions. The way they looked at each other! It was breath-taking. In Deni's own words: "From the minute I looked over at him behind his editor's desk at SC and saw his black glasses, scotch-taped together, slipping down his nose, I knew he was the love of my life."
Deni admitted that separately they were fine people, but together, they were magic. And so it was. I have not known many people who have had the same devotion to each other as these two had and still do. Because, you see, their love is eternal. And I am so blessed to have witnessed it.