Heat drones over whips of
pasture tassels to sway in a thirsty breeze. I walk, listen and watch as Willow
races through the hay field. She is engulfed in pure joy. Withers pump, thump and leap in stride with
forelimbs and aft quarter as paws pound the ground in harmony as drums beat. Willow propels herself forward to gather the
earth bellow and taste the hot humid summer air flow into her lungs. She is free and there astride her side is
Theia, her Dam. They gallop together as one and in tune with all that there is
in the universe. Abreast Willow’s back,
hidden in the scruff her neck, among her dense, soft, creamy yellow Labrador
coat I reside in spirit. I soar weightless,
as if I had wings, with Willow and Theia.
Willow’s ears flap-flap against my face along with sprits of hay grass. It is pure ecstasy as I ride with my Willow.
This sensation
never failed to elude my senses with each walk, run, and hunt or swim Willow
pursued. I felt right with her as if lifted
out of my skin and into her hers. Together we’d pursue the pleasures of this
earth. It was this bond which enabled me
to read clearly with each injury and illness the discomfort she
encountered. Together we would weigh and
fight the on slot of misfortune to rise above and continue on our way.
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