Blessed Be These Moments
Coming back from the beach through the cobblestoned street on an early morning walk, Lila and I get passed by a big white lab. Intent on looking for the perfect place for his morning pee, he doesn't even look up at us.
But as he trots near me, I immediately get a fill of love, of a very particular kind of love: my Roxy. My Furry Soul Sister who graced me with sharing my life for 12 years. I can feel her, her calm presence, her joy, too.
Of course, my mind has opinions about this:
"Hey, this dog looks nothing like Roxy. What's up with you?"
Indeed, nothing like my long, curly black-haired girl.
We keep on walking, my heart bathed in something deeply sweet. Whether my mind likes it or not.
A block away, a man steps out of his house, looking as though he just woke up. Scanning the sidewalk, he calls out: "Roxy! Roxy! Where did you go?"
Blessed be these moments that remind us that love never dies.
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