Half-past six on a Monday and it was not the best of mornings. Grey, overcast and with just enough light creeping over the horizon to make the black dog visible against the shadows as she patrolled the boundary fence. We had both been reluctant to leave our beds and were stiff and struggling to get moving in the cold, pre-dawn air. The long walk through the fields the previous dusk had taken its toll and the prospect of the long day ahead was unappealing. Work and duty called and the clock was ticking.
Like a snowball, time gathers momentum and seems to rush by ever faster as the years pass. It seems only yesterday that a pup and her energetic human had risen in the dark to be out at first light every day. The walks had been playtime and we had bounded through fields and woods together. These days, our forays are rather more sedate… we are neither of us as young as we were. So today, instead of our morning walk, we took time to just be together, the dog and I, as we sat on the doorstep to watch the dawn.
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Beautiful post.
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Thank you.
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That sky is incredible! 💗
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It was 🙂
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Such perfect moments do great lives contain. 🙂 … thanks for sharing this one with us. 🙂
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Such moments are there for even the smallest of us 🙂
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As our dogs are aging, I look at poor little Bonnie with the upset tummy, fading eyes, and oncoming deafness and tell her I know exactly how she feels. They are tired. I’m tired. But we sit and commiserate and that’s something.
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Growing old together… understanding each other with love. Yes, that is something.
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Wow!
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🙂
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