D and Y and Whisky, the luckiest dog in the world.
We have shared history, the bunch of us. With each other, with Grant. For many years. You know some friendships are just easy. Its like that – a kind of just being happy that each other exists, not dependent on time or circumstance. We are all a little bit that much older, that much more battle scarred if you want to call it that. It has made us a bit kinder over all, when it could have made us bitter.
To grieve a bit with one another is a gift. It helps all of us, a fine point that is easy to forget.
Mud Bay, in the warm breeze.
I never leave their home without a full heart and full hands. Y was baking today.