Shyla and I climbed up to a plateau to see the sunrise today. When we looked to the west, the snowy mountains glowed in the sun's golden light.
I find myself searching for K's paw prints in the snow. Since I love tracking wildlife in the snow, I'm always scanning the snowy ground for paw/hoof imprints. K had a distinctive three-toed paw, after losing one toe to a bone infection, and her pawprint would always catch my eye as I scanned. So, after this past snow storm, I found myself automatically expecting to see K's tracks and then remembering, all over again, that I wouldn't be seeing them. Of all the places on Earth, K's spirit feels the strongest to me out on our trails where she spent so many happy hours even though her pawprints are conspicuously absent.
Shyla grounds me in the present. My sweet girl is truly becoming a daughter of the mountains.