On Saturday I started to sort through the last items that came off the camper. I also went out today and walked around the cement pad we had poured for the camper. We’d done it the first year we were here.
We put our hand prints in the wet cement, and our initials.
We had two dogs then. Our old White German Shepherd, Max.
These are his prints.
And the love of our lives, and many others, Shubi.
These are Shubi’s little paw prints.
We loved having their foot prints in the cement. It somehow blessed this land that we had decided to call home.
Shubi and Max.
Today, for the first time in many years, I saw their prints, and our hands and remembered all those years ago. I smiled, I cried a little and then was thankful for all that Hubby and I have now, and the four dogs we are blessed to share our life with, but also thankful for the dogs we have known in the past.
Me with my Shubi in the camper.
“And oh how the years go by
And oh how the love brings tears to my eyes
All through the changes the soul never dies
We fight, we laugh, we cry
As the years go by”
Lyrics by: JENNINGS/CLIMIE
Nice Memories and I like that poem. Love YOU, Mel
So long ago. My how time flies. Your
are correct – Shubi and Max were loved by many, including me. As are you and Jack…
Maribeth sometimes you say things that are so poignant and they really hit home. Xoxoxo Michele