Routines

I get up early.  Or it seems early to me.

And in the past year, instead of having Sage go with the two younger labs, I would walk her around the neighborhood before I went for my run.

This morning, I got up early, came downstairs, and said "Good morning Sage," to an empty bed.  And now, now I sit here wondering what I should do.

There is a very large hole in our lives.  Over the weekend, both Annie Oakley and Willa were subdues, searching every place Sage would normally hang out.  She was the leader of our pack.

I am thrilled that I had those walking moments with Sage.  It was our time together, alone.  We would explore the yards, look at stars, listen to the wind, pick up the newspaper.  It was our routine of love.

Murphy's Day.