Went on walkabout today for the first time in a while. I didn’t realize why I had been avoiding walkabout until I was in the midst of it. It’s my first walkabout since Mi Bella, my 18 year old companion, became unable to go on walkabout. She was the last of my pack that had been with me for 30 years. As soon as I had the realization that this was my first solo walkabout, an elder dog her same color showed up and loved on me. I knew Mi Bella had sent her to comfort me and let me know that it’s good to move on. What a precious gift.











