Day 122/365

Pet loss is such a hard thing. Such a painful thing. Such a sneaky, awful, vicious thing. And so underestimated and misunderstood. It has been one week and still we are leaning on each other, nursing broken hearts. 

Day 119/365

Guarding alone now.

Day 114/365

Early morning walk...

Day 113/365

Early morning walk in spring dew = wet nose.

Day 112/365

Cousins.