On our walk this morning, Ella decided to pick up an old bone from the yard and haul it along with her.
About a third of the way, she set it down, and carried on without it. She attended to the scents in the air, splashed in water by the ditch and appeared to be lighter in her step.
I was thinking she would eye that bone on the way back home and pick it up again.
Only she didn’t.
I wish I could do the same.
Note to Self: Let go of old bones.
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