Last week was the first time I have walked a dog since Sandy has been gone (end of January 2013). Coco is a 2 yr old weimaraner. She belongs to a neighbor who has a bad leg, he asked if I would mind walking her on occasion. She is used as a service dog, I have not seen that side of her. It was kind of a weird feeling walking with her at first, different, it wasn’t my Sandy, it brought up sadness, and me missing her instantly. I had a moment and then while we were walking I was thinking it was meant to be for me to have this experience with Coco. A dog is being introduced back into my world. Eventually I will get another dog. Things pop up in mysterious ways, and at unexpected times to you, and I am re learning to not analyze and just go with the flow, with the now. I have struggled for a while with just working no playing, no balance, and not really living, enjoying all the great things outside in the world. I look forward, and toward what is possible. I have always been a true believer that anything is possible. I still have love to give another dog, there is still plenty of love after loss, time is the great healer. There are imprints, markings that people,things that we love, or have loved, leave in our hearts. The marks will be there always, even with whatever new gets added, kind of like scar tissue. Some marks are painful reminders, and others just leave you with a smile.