It was the best of times it was the worst of times. Wait I’m not Charles Dickens and for Kali and I it was only the best of times. But in a way it is the tale of two cities, or towns as the case may be…
As it got closer to the day we would move I couldn’t help but think about the all the walks Kali and took along the creek trail that led to the duck pond. We’d made that walk hundreds of times during the past two years. And now we were taking our last walk along what had become a very special place to both of us.
We’d walk in 90 degrees and in 30 degrees; cloudy, sunny, and sometimes raining. Almost every day we were out along the creek trail and knew it like the back of Kali’s paw. We had long conversations, occasional disagreements, and sometimes we just walked in silence enjoying the sights, smells and each other’s company. It was and is a relationship that transcends words. A relationship that is about emotions and security. A relatiohship that I value as much as even those most precious relationships with family and friends.
Our last walk along the creek trail was the day before the moving trucks arrived at our home in Livemore to take all our possessions to our new home in the mountains. It was very melancholy. The walk started out like any other: Kali pooping as soon as we hit the trail, Kali smelling the same spots along the trail, and then peeing next to her favorite pee bush. But by the time we reached the duck pond I became melancholy; perhaps even a little sad. We stood at the pond in silence taking in the sights and sounds. There were so many things to do at home to get ready of the move and I was conflicted. I didn’t want to leave our special spot but I knew there was way too much to do at home. We stayed for anther few minutes, I looked at Kali, gave her a hug and a kiss on the side of her snout and we headed back home for the last time.
Now in reflection as I sit here under the pines and oaks I know that that last walk home was not the end but the start. A new start to a new adventure. Kali, Holly, Kloe, and I. There are not three other mammals I’d rather be on this journey with.
Thanks to the Creek Trail. Thanks to the Duck Pond. But mostly, thanks Kali for the opportunity to be on this journey with you.
We paused to reflect on the past two years and then moved onto the next phase of Golden Kali’s New Life In The Mountains