If I could frame our story as a snowflake in my heart, I’d frost it with infinity—so we would never part.
— Angie Frosty (Okay, it’s Crosby, but this felt fitting.)
Life has changed a lot since Lady’s passing. I’ve been readjusting my routine, my ways of doing things. Juno knows her friend is missing. We were the Three Whisketeers, writing a new chapter of our adventure novel each day. And now, a big part of who we were has suddenly turned to furry dust.
But dogs have this quiet wisdom—they remind us that life flows. Because that’s what it does. It has to.
So I’m learning to move forward. Maybe it’s because my love and attention are now fully poured into Juno, but she seems to glow more than ever—her enthusiasm, her energy, her affection. As she ages, her northern coat fading to match her favorite season, she teaches me again and again that home is wherever she’s outside, in the snow. That soft, cold, diamond dust that blankets our world for only a few fleeting months each year.
So that’s what we’ll do. We’ll spend as much time at home as we can. Because home—among all the snowflakes—is wherever I’m with her. 🤍
Footloose Diary 