Buck has had a very difficult few months. He lost his golden retriever sister to a rare form of liver cancer.
My parents’ two beautiful Goldens have now become one very distraught and lost boy. He has now grown into an adult body, but his mannerisms and mind are still show that he is a puppy.
He looks around for his sister and stares off looking at the sky a lot. It’s as though he is looking for her shape drifting through the clouds.
Buck is the goodest of good boys. On the beach he lets it all hang out: ears, tongue, eyes, paws, tail. He becomes a rabid purveyor of exquisite salty morsels, calcified tidbits and ever-gushing watery barrels crashing on the beach.
His paws becomes squelchy receptacles of the sublime. From his mouth comes a series of yelping moans of excitement, as bright and as pure as morning sunshine.
He is temporarily lit from within by the breathe of life, the essence of energy we all grasp onto desperately…each time we descend down a roller-coaster, fling ourselves out of a plane, go tits by jowl into a packed dance floor.
In his paroxysms of playing and pleasure, he embodies enjoying the present moment. This moment. Then this one. Then the next. Buddha couldn’t have been more contented to see him like that.
His eyes roll back in his head as he imbibes seaweed and cracks cockell shells in his gummy jaws. He looks back at me guiltily and then turns around and runs into the hazy blue of distance where the clouds and waves meet the horizon and in the haze I can see the blonde fur of his sister egging him on and cajoling him to run faster.
Who would have the heart to put a leash on such a free soul as he.
Content Catnip 
He’s loving it – I was I was as free and energetic 🙂
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