It’s turning cold here, Mina Bean, just the way you like it. When I got into bed last night I remembered how you used to put your head on the spare pillow and press your back against mine. I wonder if you have any idea how much that comforted me? Sometimes, you’d move to the end of the bed before I fell asleep and sometimes I’d wake up to find you snoozing away near my feet.

This time of year is always sad for me with the trees losing their beautiful green and the weather turning mean. You never saw it that way, though. I think for you the fall was the best time of year! You could trot around outside without feeling hot and visit your human and canine friends for longer periods. Tell the truth I always loved how you looked more in the fall because you got all fuzzy!

Mina in Denver, 2000

So, I’m thinking about you all the time these fall days. Remembering this week last year when I was desperate to get out of a four-day seminar because you were in bad shape and needed me at home. It worked out for us but the anxiety leading up to the solution nearly killed me – and probably made you worry more than you needed.

Sometimes now when I think of you I see you running, always running. You loved to run flat out whenever you could and I loved the pure joy on your face and in your movements. Everything around you is green and natural, no pavement or roads with cars to worry about.

Run, baby girl, run!