"Trust in dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity." -Khalil Gibran
Since Ranger passed away, I've been sleeping in my actual bed again. And I've been obsessed with adding a few touches of blush pink to the mix. It's a color that brings me peace.
The mountains were at my back,
the twinkling lights of the city lay before me,
the light of the day was just beginning to fade from the winter sky,
and everything as far as the could see was buried under a deep blanket of fresh snow.
All was still as I moved silently through the drifts, until suddenly I noticed a flurry of motion off in the distance. Straining my eyes, I saw four or five dark shapes - animals, it became clear - frolicking and flouncing through the deep snow.
Dogs. I realized they were dogs.
My ears picked up the sounds of their barking, and my heart swelled as I recognized a familiar voice.
Ranger! Ranger? Could it be you?
The air burst from my lungs as I called his name for all I was worth. And sure enough, one of the distant animals froze in his footsteps, whipping his head in my direction, and listening with obvious concentration. In the next instant, he bolted straight towards me.
My heart soared with joy.
He bounded through the belly-deep snow until he was a few feet away from me. And then he stopped, his tail wagging with unmistakable delight, his face filled with light and sparkle, and he looked deep into my eyes.
Yes. Ranger. It's you!
Good dog! Good boy, Ranger! I'm so happy to see you! I called to him again and again, and he wheeled in wild circles around me, jumping and leaping through the snow, and keeping pace with me as I continued down the hill.
I felt an indescribable joy.
As we came to the base of the hill,
where the land flattened out,
the river ran nearby in lazy loops,
and the fence posts of cow pastures poked up through the snow,
Ranger circled close to me again. He paused and gave me another long, searching look, this time with a question on his face.
It's okay, I told him, You can go back and play with your friends. I'll be alright.
And then he was off, a blur of joyful red energy, bounding back up the snowy ridge to the place where his dog buddies were still chasing each other and barking to high heaven.
I watched him go, my heart full of peace, knowing that I'd done the right thing.
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Even better than my pink pillow might be this tiny pink dish with a fragile baby air plant inside.
I feel better when I'm taking care of living things.