That afternoon, he led the way through a veil
Though Sam is usually the one in the lead on our walks -- at least on the way out -- on this day as I followed him down this snowy, rutted road, I felt a new poignancy in his hesitant pose. The fog was so dense we could not see what lay ahead and besides that, his vision is getting cloudy in his old age (Sam is a venerable 16 years old.)
I was feeling particularly fragile that day ... it was a down day for me.
My dear friend, Sam . . .
He keeps me company even when I'm not good company.
I imagine Sam will die before I do. I imagine someday I will follow him through the veil.
To whatever is next.
It will be easier knowing he followed that mysterious scent down the road first.
I cherish the companionship of this old dog.