I write in my sweaty workout clothes after the early fall walk with my dog Radley. Through my grief, my inner exploration and reinvention of self, my dog has been my " steady". Not only did he sleep and follow me around, he rode on long rides, waiting endlessly at times to eat and be walked. He listened to me talking aloud to myself and made no mind of it.
Radley also changed gears and began shaking uncontrollably a month before my cancer diagnosis this past year. I took him to the vet to get him checked out for it and then he rode me with for another mammogram and the diagnosis. After surgery he remained with me on my bed until I arose, whether 8am or 11am. Some dog.
Now we both are back to " normal", rounding the corner of summer into fall, feeling the breeze and the crispness begin to creep in as well.
I am thankful to feel so good today after so many years of struggling to "be me" since the loss of my spouse and the loss of my so called life or existence.
Thanks Radley, so sticking by me , in thick and thin and walking the lines! We are in the homestretch and it feels GOOD.