The Trail is Quieter Today.

 It is a heavy, somber day in my corner of the woods. My tail is low as I share some heartbreaking news with you all.

A few days ago, my dear hiking companion Sequoia suffered a neurological event. Despite his strength, it was a mountain he could not climb back from. The vet gently let us know it was time for his soul to find a new path.

Sequoia was the ultimate master of the trail. While I was carried in the backpack, he was always there—nose to the earth, cataloging every scent the wind carried.

 He knew the best spots for a long drink of icy creek water and never, ever missed the crinkle of a wrapper that signaled a shared snack of cheese.

The forest feels different now. The rhythm of his paws alongside mine is a melody I will miss every time I step onto the dirt.

Onward my friend. May your new trails be endless, the creeks always cold, and the cheese always plentiful.

LF