Leaves crunched underfoot as I walked the property. Our 17 year old dog, tongue hanging out and eyes sparkling, scampered about like a puppy. We had just lost our Chessie 9 days ago due to bad hips and a mass on her intestinal wall. The two of them enjoyed exploring together.
I could tell ‘Sister’ (as I liked to call her) was having fun. Hadn’t seen her smile like that in quite awhile. She was ready to take on the world.
Keeping my eyes keen, I spotted interesting things on our walkabout — a hawk flying overhead, leaves swirling towards the clouds, the colors of fall and the sun shining through the heavens. It was a glorious perfect day. And just for a little while, I made a 17 year old dog’s (120 in human years) dreams come true.