There is such sadness. And eleven and a half years of memories. And tears. And smiles.
He was a dog well loved and it is an honor to have been loved by him.
This is the first morning after. He enjoyed a good morning, happy to simple BE in that moment. So this morning as I did my chores outside, instead of having him as my ever present companion, there were tears. But I saw beauty through those tears. When I couldn't focus my eyes, the camera lens focused and captured some of the morning sights.
Rebuilding after a rainy night...
This web was receiving a beating from the breeze that whipped through
but the spider held tight.