Jibblet on the evening walk with me. on Flickr.
Robin and Jack join Jibblet and me at Mather Gorge in Great Falls National Park on a perfect spring day in April. (April 13, 2014)
Whenever I see her picture, I always have the same dream.
In this dream, it is early evening and I have just walked in the house after driving home from work. As I climb the stairs to our main level, I hear my wife both crying and laughing. I reach the landing, look to my left into our living room, and I see Robin—surrounded by not two dogs, but three. She proclaims through her tears of joy: “God lives! He is real!!”
And I immediately recognize the third dog as I fall to my knees, arms outstretched. Coco runs to me, I scoop her up in my arms…and never let her go again. And in that moment, and every moment that follows, everything is once again right in my world.
It is a dream I have….
It’s been nearly six months since we sent her to wait for us at The Bridge, and the pain is just as intense now as it was on that day, the darkest of my life to date. I give thanks that Jack and Jibblet are still with us and doing well, but I would give just about anything to have her back where she belongs—with us. (March 24,’2014)