Still bummed about the loss.
Sitting here, I’m remembering that characteristic walk that the hounds and ridgebacks have. Precise foot positioning, a fluid sway to the back, and eyes focused on their target.
Tam used to watch me from across the house while I worked on the computer. She’d lay on her side, or belly, paws together, head over them, watching me. If I’d look over to here for a few minutes, or gesture to her, she’d get up and walk over in that precise fashion to get a back scratch or two.
Yeah. Memories. Silly me.
Just a dog, right?