Life Moves On | Life on a Colorado Farm

Chapter Twelve

There is a sadness Mom and I feel,

each and every day.

Sometimes one of us thinks we see

Boomer Beaglie Brown, but alas he is not there.

Although, I know something Mom really doesn’t know.

Boomer isn’t very far away.

Mom said she wonders if we animals live with the gift of ‘seeing’ and ‘knowing’ the other side.

Because of that knowing it isn’t so very hard for us to slip on over,

although, having to leave our furry bodies can be a tad rough.

Outside, where I truly like to live, it is still winter.

Some days the sun warms everything up nicely, somedays the heavy snow takes the joy from the warm.

Mice are still abundant. Mice are my favorite food. They never really seem to become sparse, although I do work at keeping them thinned out.

The coyotes are terribly brave. They come yipping and yapping in the yard, running down the farm road, they know our farm is just air and darkness, at night.

They know we are dog-less.

I weary of the coyotes, as does Mom.

Still, Life Goes On, the wind continues to blow, sometimes soft, sometimes a gale.

The moonlight filters through the tree branches, making the shadows look like cobwebs.

I feel and know that Boomer is here. Maybe not all the time, maybe not as much as he once was, for sure not like he was before he passed over the Rainbow Bridge, but still here.