Last evening, I was already stewing about R as we walked out of our clearing toward higher ground (with the dogs on leash). We ran into this very protective Mama Moose. It took a long time to find a way out of our clearing that didn't make her look angry at us - she seemed to be shadowing us for a while. She scares me.
And Shyla looked beautiful, atop Coyote Rock.
I think the Mama Moose and her calf are still nearby, and it's time for a dog walk. Wish me luck!
Thanks for all the good wishes yesterday. They made such a big difference in my mood, changing it from mainly worried to hopeful. Now I'm hopeful although I wish the optimal route to reducing R's pain were completely obvious, and it's not!