Sometimes I almost feel...

like I am intruding on a private moment. Henry is the husband's dog through and through, I am largely just the caretaker. There is such a bond here it is almost palpable. The snow is so light and soft that Hen was able to roll and body surf in it today but he took a break to feel his Dad's hands on him.

Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.

Charles Dickens

I find myself photographing him more these days, trying to capture every moment that we have left to share...