Blue's Woods


Blue said goodbye to us this month.  He was 16 years old and had not been able to do his notorious "run arounds" in the woods.  But sometimes, while he slept, I watched as his legs twitched and he made little grumps sounds.  I know that in his dreams he was taking that last look at me before making the inevitable decision to launch on his run.

I really hope there is a place of his own imaginings where he is about to take flight.  He'll call it "Blue's Woods"


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