Heartbeat at my feet

The hardest thing about going on holiday abroad has always been leaving behind my dogs. For the first time in a very long time, we are down to having only one dog. She is the heartbeat at my feet, returning often to my side when out walking, looking at me just like this to check if I might produce a ball or a treat. When the mood takes her, she will lie at my feet in the house too.

We walked together today along the shore, where I have walked a lot recently to clear the head and reflect. There has been much to reflect on. A dogs silent companionship is sometimes far better than any human interaction. I'm glad that while we are on holiday, she is going to be looked after by our dog walker, who she adores.