I'd brushed Willow in the morning, her usual routine before our first walk.
And now, we were off to see my Aunt, whom I'd not seen for years.
As we drove, I glanced at Willow in the rear view mirror and at the back of her lovely head (she always sat facing the road behind).
'”Oh, I forgot to brush you again” I mentally caught myself thinking,as a random thought towards our readiness flashed through my mind (though in truth she always looked lovely, brushed or not..).
“That's okay...I'm 'brushed' inside” she replied.
And of course, that's all that really matters.


In memory of darling Willow. Old English Sheepdog. Passed to spirit 3rd May 2016.