Today Charlie was going to die.
Instead she hikes. And she hikes well. Pushing forward, then circling around. Taking stock of everyone. Accounted for? Forward again. Exploring, sniffing. Her mouth a mess of saliva, blood, and dust. I don’t care. Look at her. What a crime it would have been to cut her life short today. I’ll have to bath her when we get home, and those goddamned tumors will bleed again. I don’t care. Look at that beautiful dog, always aware of us all. Always pushing to follow no matter the terrain. Always taking stock of her pack.
Yesterday she looked like she was dying.
Today she is alive.
Been through this and it is tough. Very touching. I feel ya!