i miss our post-walk photo sessions, where hilde looked so earnest and bored and patient, and while comet wanted to bound out of frame she would stay waiting after the end. 

 she walked to the juneberry trees in the cool morning. she loves berries. she sniffed but didn't eat. she walked the regular pandemic walk she was unable to make in the heat.

 i'm glad she's home and it's late spring. i think of mister being in that animal hospital and i wish we had recognized on the last walk when he collapsed that it was his time to go. 

 we get trapped by our own hope, in the inability to let go.