A Canine Bequeathed
My heart breaks during the most beautiful parts of every day. I try to avoid it now, as much as I possibly can. My most cherished memories were those in which she was radiant in the sunlight, just after sunrise or just before sunset. Her skin shimmered. There was always a sparkle in her eyes. She saw the beauty in everything, except herself, of course, and always found new ways to appreciate nature’s splendor. She’d frantically tidy up and finish her work, scrambling to be outside before the golden hour hit. If it were morning, she’d have a cup of coffee made to take with her. Often, she’d take her camera. Sometimes, she’d go with nothing at all and just listen.
