It was such a special night at the river! I took Max to the spot where I used to walk a loop with Laurie-dog for 14 years. I didn’t realize how that would impact me! But, just as I came over the edge of the ridge and started on the steep slope toward the river, the sky opened up in the most amazing colour… to the south, lavender clouds lined in gold and yellow; to the north, warm pink and violet…the river was silver in the light and with that and with Max’s excitement, I found myself crying.
I thanked Lawrence quietly to myself, for the gift he has been to me…and for this walk that he had made so special! I took Max off leash and he bounded through the tall grass just as Laurie had done. He ran circles through the rose bushes, giving no care to the fact that he might later find his feet sore with thistles. He sniffed beneath the tall shrubs where the magpies perch…and ran in and out…after pheasant…and following the scent of deer, coyote and beaver. The droppings…the snake skins, now dry and decomposing…remnants of summer. It was all so familiar that I could not stop from crying. Another step along the way of grief and grieving! I love my new boy!