Yesterday, Mother Nature delivered my beloved husky a special gift.
The beauty of a seasonal first snow fall, complete with, chill you through to the bone, winds.
His favorite season. Often he begs to go out, at least eleven times plus, on a snow day!
He’ll be 13 this Christmas. He’s slowed down quite a bit in the last few months.
Then there are moments like yesterday, when he is filled with puppy like exuberance. Which he pays for with 3 plus hour naps afterwards.
Bittersweet moments these days, as I pack. I’m not sure if the move is going to be too much for him.
He senses my inner struggles, with my past visions of a different scenario, for this move. Which, unfortunately is no longer an option. Not my choice. But one, I have to live with. The only person in my control, is me. 😉
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