In the gentle shuffle of her paws and the affectionate gaze of her loving eyes, I notice the subtle shifts time has brought… Streaks of white upon her face. Wisps of clouds in her eyes. The soft dimming of her hearing. A measured pace. A slight hesitation to climb up the steps (although she still refuses any help).
Yet, amid the graceful embrace of aging, she clings on to her sense of wonder. Ever eager to explore new places, curious to sniff novel scents, and more frequently now, her gaze drifting into the distance.
As we navigate the passage of time together, she reminds me that its flow is inevitable yet beautiful. And so, we’ll keep soaking up the little things. Slowly. Lovingly. Comfortably.
Happy 15th birthday, Juno. 💕
Footloose Diary 