Tonight, I am sad.  I found  out a good friend of mine died.

Her name was Cady.   She was a four legged friend.  But a friend, none-the-less.   In fact, perhaps, maybe more than most.

You see…. I think there are teachers are all around us… if we take the time to notice.  They come in many shapes…. and many forms.

Now Cady was one of those dogs who had a heart of gold, but at the same time, it seemed to me, that she had the weight of the world on her.

There was always, ALWAYS, something to be done.  And SHE had to be a part of it.  A lot of times, this involved, the incredibly elusive and mysterious phenomenon called The Tennis Ball.

“Where’s your ball Cady?  Go get your ball.”
And then she would warp into the mindset… the preoccupation, the distraction, the obsession with finding the tennis ball.

In her mind. … she would have to find it….. OR… OR ELSE.

So then, with all her might, with all her mind, with all her energy and vigor… she WOULD find the ball.

IT was her goal.  Her quest.  Her destination.  And she fulfilled it, time and again.

You see.  I learned lessons from Cady.

And…… Oh how we love these friends.  My heart aches that she is gone.  My heart aches for her people.

It reminded me, tonight, of my pal Harley.  I will still forever miss him.  Another heart of gold.

A beautiful blessing that my life has known.  And yet one more great teacher.