Yesterday, K and I took a morning "wander" in the woods, enjoying the quiet and each other. I took this photo of her, looking serene, in a dark pine forest, and then, almost immediately, she went on high alert. I quickly leashed her.
The hardest part of the whole bear encounter was how completely exhausted K was after she barked and snarled at the bear. We were less than a half mile from home but she seemed almost too tired to slowly walk that far. She even laid down in the middle of the trail for a rest, as if her legs could carry her no further. It seemed surreal - after all, she was still able to mountain bike with me just a couple of weeks ago.
That was a tough moment for me. I realized that K's cancer is really marching forward, and we're heading toward the end of our journey. I sat on the ground next to her and wept. I felt heartbroken all day, all last night, and all this morning. I spent last night snuggled with K, feeling her ribs rise and fall with each breath. Ah, what a special dog she is.
But, then, my and K's friend came over to visit K. K rallied in a huge way, looking so happy and playful with her long-time friend.