A week ago, Creighton and I drove from Tahoe City to the summit of Willamette Pass in Oregon. We spent the night at a quiet RV/Cabin resort by Crescent Creek. It was so peaceful and we were tired, so we decided to stay another day and night.
On Wednesday morning, Jello and I took a long walk through the damp meadow and underbrush by the creek. One moment she was near me, the next she was gone, and then I heard the slamming of brakes on the highway, and a beagle cry. It is a miracle she survived. My faith in angels is stronger than ever. We are home and Jello is mending. Please don’t criticize me for allowing her off lead — I don’t need sermons. Instead of blame, I ask that you send Jello your healing rieki (universal life energy) for a full recovery. Thank you.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Change.”