Whispering Winds

I went to the cabin last weekend. It was the first time without Nelly. God she really did love going to the cabin with us–LOVED IT!

I spent time sitting near the rivers edge thinking about how much she loved playing in the river. Dunking her head in the water and pulling up branches, submerging herself in the cool water on hot summer days, trudging through the deep winter snow along the river on frosty early mornings. The two of us were like Lewis and Clark; explorers of unknown territories and discoverers of the beauty and mystique of Mother Earth.

As I sat there crying and privately releasing my pain, it came to me in a whisper of the wind create a rock stack monument I felt a calmness rush through my body and without a doubt I knew instantly what must be done.

I probed the river for brightly colored rocks that spoke to me and one by one I stacked them ever so carefully with great respect and love. I choose a place alongside a patch of wild mountain flowers–purple of course.

I made my stone memorial.

I pray that all dogs go to heaven, the rainbow bridge or someplace wonderful. My uncle told me that dogs don’t have a spirit or soul–I don’t believe him

I believe Nelly is with me in spirit this is what keeps me going

I love you Nelly