Finding Sun on a Gray Day

I have seen the X-ray that shows Mickey's enlarged heart. I know that this could be my dog's last winter.

But my Border collie doesn't.

She only sees sun peeking through the clouds on a warm January day. She spins and twirls around me, anxious to go on the afternoon walk with the pack.

And so we walk, and I take joy in watching the Border collies hunting mice in the hay field and in the January breeze stinging my face.