fins.

Fins will be thirteen soon.  She now spends most of her days sleeping. And dreaming. She can't hike with us anymore. And it's hard for her to get up and down stairs.  We still walk her most days.  Her walks are shorter and slower than they used to be.  But in her dreams she's running again. In her dreams her body is young and nimble and pain free.

I'd love to be able to transport myself into one of her dreams.  If I could I'd play fetch with her for hours on end. Or take her for a super long hike until she's so tired she can't even keep her eyes open.  Just like we used to do.

But since I can't do that I'll just lay down on the floor with her and give her kisses and pet her until she falls back asleep.  All the while softly telling her how much I love her.


A beautifully heartwarming story of a 15 year old rescued dogs gift to a grieving man