After x amount of time going where he thinks I want him to or at least taking a route that accompanies his speed, without even looking up, this fierce stallion of a dog gently takes the lead. He guides me down the snow trodden path and into the trees. His gait slows with his large pads plodding softly on the snow. I feel my breath escape me and my shoulders fall. The tension evaporates from my body, leaving me with a light and airy feeling.
It is just me and him in this snowflake covered mini forest.
Surrounded by bark and snow, the world falls away.
I can feel each paw print he makes stamped onto my heart.
He checks on me by looking back to the left, keeping the communication strong between us.
"Come with me," his eyes beckoned.
We have not walk alone and free in a long time. Walk times are crammed with schedules and constraints of the setting sun.
I've lost the essence of what a walk with my heart dog can really be.
As I follow him I feel like I'm riding an old horse walking familiar trails.
is the horse.
I have felt this horse analogy with Chance throughout our many years together, as if his true spirit is more equine than canine.
The same freedom he wants me to find.
And I did.