meowbark

This time of year Rue would shuffle through the leaves sniffing the ground and then look up at me with a leaf stuck to her chin. I thank her for joining me on many walks when we would gently stroll through the park, look out at the lake and breathe in the crisp fresh air. When she wanted to be picked up and carried she would come and nudge my leg with her wet nose. This spirited little dog left paw prints on my heart that will stay with me. 🐾