I'm scared... again. While K's cancer has taught me to view each day as a gift, it hasn't succeeded in teaching me not to be afraid of a future without K's physical presence.
I was thinking of her today while I rode my mountain bike solo on a remote trail. I came across a spot where I believe that a homesteader once lived. There's a very old marked grave that I've always suspected was a dog's grave (but it could be a human grave). I always stop for a moment next to it, remembering our dogs who have passed. Today I thought of K and sent up my wishes for more happy days with her.
There's also an apple tree in the clearing - and apple trees don't spring up on their own around here so the homesteader probably planted it. Last year, the tree didn't bloom or produce any fruit so I thought that its days were numbered. To my surprise, it had blossoms all over it this year. It bloomed early, like everything else this warm spring, and then suffered when we had a frost the other night. You can see minor damage done by the frost on the flower. It's still beautiful to me.
We are so grateful for every evening romp as a pack. R is so very fast and a gorgeous runner.
K is still pretty fast herself! I adore her rich chocolate fur against the springtime green grass.