Front Porch

Taking in the evening after a long day. Good dog, Buster sit's quietly by my side as we listen to the leaves sway back and forth in the brisk breeze. The night sounds seem different than the way the day sounds. Maybe because everything is not as clear so our other senses like sound and scent become more pronounce. 

The rustling leaves move so gracefully and are so comforting to listen to and watch the graceful natural dance. Each branch holds the leaves in perfect harmony as tree trunks stand stoically to facilitate the beautiful movement.

Dogs bark around the corner and someone is testing the maximum volume on their subwoofer down the street. Motorcycles growl and buzz down the boulevard as the aggressive sound of cars drag race toward their next speeding ticket suddenly someone yells something unrecognizable to someone in the distance. 

The night feels restless or maybe it's just me as the breeze turns to wind. The energy increases and the air whirls around with more rapid intention to fill the dark skies and air with perfectly orchestrated commotion. It's exciting in a low key way as nature shows it's wondrous ways. All of this from my front porch. Ain't it grand.  💨 

JAX 🐾

We rescued eachother over twelve years ago. It was as much of an adjustment to get used to having the big brutus of a Boxer around as it is now to adjust to good dog not being here now. His soul and great spirit remains and visiting me the afternoon following his send-off in the morning at the veterinarians office. The painful decision stemmed from advancing heart failure that was making it more challenging for him to get comfortable and move.

In the dream I sit at the dining room table and look up to see Jax standing in front of the loveseat. I stand up and walk a few steps toward him to make sure he is really there. It is so vivid yet I think to myself, this is a dream. I walk to the other side of the couch and good boy moves over to where I sit so that I can love him-up with kisses and hugs about his beautiful furry face and head. The moment with Jax dissipated into my awaking from the nap was taking. It was as powerful and heaven sent message for me as the butterfly incidents following brother Mark's death in 1994.

It is so amazing how much our beloved pets mean to us, their presence enriches our lives. It is priceless therapy to know the warmth, love and trust of a pet who makes life so much more enjoyable and fun and full of surprises and joy. 

I miss you quite much, Jax, my guy, my hito, companion through Covid, the good days and bad, the wonderful times and worrisome occasions that turned-out better just having you around, so comforting with the innocence, humility and heart warming ways befitting an angel. 🐾💔