07/06/2026
There is something so special about caring for our animals in their senior years.
You notice things differently.
Not always straight away, but one day you realise they move a little slower and their gaze lingers a little longer.
Time softens around them.
I find myself being pulled back into the present moment. Taking in every little detail as though my mind is trying to create photographic memory of it all.
The way her ears feel so silky between my fingers.
The way her legs stretch and her toes completely relaxed and open.
How soft her head feels when it sinks into the ground. The way she'll briefly lift it to look at me before letting it fall back down, completely at ease. And I think about how long it took her in life to reach that level of comfort and trust.
I often catch her staring at me while I'm busy doing something else.
Every time, it reminds me to stop and look back. I talk to her and tell her how beautiful she is hoping she knows just how deep the love line runs.
Our walks are slow these days.. But there is something so beautiful about watching her move through the long grass, taking her time, completely content with the world around her.
Caring for our seniors is such an honour.
It comes with a quiet kind of grief sometimes, knowing these moments won't last forever.
But more than anything, it teaches you to be here now.
And I don't take a single minute of it for granted. 🤍