Why is it not quite right? I am joyful but with a side of wistfulness I haven't been able to articulate. But then I reached down to clear some leaves, and found...
... a clump of her fur.
Its the first time in 13 years my ever faithful backyard buddy hasn't been at my side in these early days of Spring. I am dumbfounded every time I recognize the old tender ache of missing my girl, Dakota, sneaking up on me. So I invited the sadness in to mingle with the joy, and sat together with it in the sun. Just a girl, alone, missing her dog.
