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Not really a Rant:
Those of you who know me, have heard me speak of my pet coyote (more correctly a coy/dog, coyote/pitbull). She's now 12 1/2 yrs. old and age is catching up with her fast.
This morning i took her out into the back yard to let her get her morning excercise and it as the first morning with any real snow of this season. Watching her try to romp and search for the familiar scent was bittersweet.
The morning of the first snow has always been special. Having been born in July, yup a Cancer coyote, her first snow ever was hilarious. The bunny trails she loved to run were covered and watching her react was hilarious. There were the years with my kids, both when we were a family and the years after. Now it's just me and the coyote. It makes me wonder about the speed at which time moves, i hardly feel old inside, but in reality old injuries have crept up and become arthritis and i move slow these days. The coyote, barely 1/4 my age, cursed with the shorter lifespan of her kind, still looking for bunnies, wondering, i'm sure, where my kids have gone. Why be cute if i'm her only audience?
So much beauty, so much pain... blessing and curse...
