Tavington's Tribute

He once caught a bird with his bare paws, leaving my children in wide-eyed-wonder of his instinctual hunting skills. That was Tavington; our toothless warrior. He would weave in and out of my feet walking to the barn each morning, if I didn’t feed him first. He was tiny but mighty. His purr could be felt fence posts away; full of force, loyalty and love. In fact, it vibrated right into our hearts. For nearly 18 years this farm was his home; 2 of which he kindly shared with us. He was patient; stoic; and wise; full of stories of his years that we imagined he’d tell us if he could talk. He was the best friend of a Great Dane and the children’s fuzzy headed guard of the yellow door. Since the beginning of our Ferner Family Farm, he was always there. We consider him one of the great gifts this place has given us.

Goodbyes are hard no matter who you say them to; we’ve had the privilege of learning that heart-breaking-lesson-of-love a few times now.

But we know enough to find him in life’s glorious moments along the way. The best kind of love never dies. It can live forever if you let it.

Hunt happy up there, Tavington.