Late yesterday afternoon, as a half-moon rose in a still-blue sky, Buddy and I went for a walk in the meadow. Intersecting paths used by all the creatures who live nearby are woven now across it. Here and there, depressions in the grass show where they have lain. Buddy stopped to sniff each one, sometimes burrowing his nose deep into the tufts of grass, savoring every last scent. As always, he ran from place to place with a big smile on his beautiful face, just so darn happy to be alive. One cannot remain passive in the presence of it. It calls for joy in equal measure, and I always return to the house better than when I left it.
I'm so grateful for his companionship, and for yours.
"Hope is like a road in the country; there was never a road, but when many people walk on it, the road comes into existence." ~ Lin Yutang