Saturday, March 10, 2018
The Last Footprint
The next day we took the Shelties for their regular early morning walk. It was light enough to see Max's footprints from his last walk with us. I kept looking at the prints in the snow, feeling the pain of knowing he was no longer with us. One day ...there...the next ..gone.
The weather held for several days and each time I looked at the footprints I would remember my big goofy boy and how he loved to be out walking with the pack every day. I decided I should take a photo with my cell phone ...and the next day, the weather changed and the prints faded from sight. But he will never fade from my heart.