Each day will never be the same

I woke up early, which is out of norm for me and started my morning by criticizing myself for the book review I gave on yesterday's post.  When I finally came to the conclusion I had the right to be me, I looked up to see the last minute of a glorious golden sunrise through the trees.  I caught my breathe as the yellow hue washed over the bronze carpet of oak leaves reflecting the spectacular sight.  Angel.  It was all I could think as the sadness welled up inside of me.

Back and forth.  I open and close up.  Sometimes there are tears.  Most of the time I am just quiet.  Quieter than normal.  I finally laid down with Chance who snuggled right up next to and gently the tears flowed.

80 degree weather, unheard in these northern parts for Oct. 26.  Lived in shorts and a T-shirt today even after dark, where my melancholy was busted apart by watching Zappa suddenly go crazy over a leather glove he found (his favorite) and play with all the gusto of both Chance and Blaze put together.  Fiona immediately jumped in and they were in a chasing, playbow duel.  See Zappa so much of the time has to be on guard with Brut, he doesn't play much, but when he does...LOOKOUT!!  The boy is on fire and such a joy to watch.  :)

And Chance, bless his sweet heart, when I give him kisses for bedtime he lets me love all over him since Angel died.  As much as he is a snuggle bunny all day and night, at bedtime, he won't have none of it.  And if he gives me a kiss, well then that makes my night.  But now he is letting me love him all I want.  And we are enjoying every minute of it.  

Life is too short to not be able to kiss the ones you love at the end of the day, you never know what the next day will bring.