Dear Isaac and Maia,

I can barely type this because I am shaking so bad. Sazi was hit by a car this afternoon. I thought she was on the porch with the other dogs, but I guess she followed me to the planter and crossed the street. My neighbors had her, wrapped in a towel. They heard me calling her. I took her almost lifeless body home and put her in her crate. Slowly, she has regained consciousness but won’t let me touch her. Maybe that is a good thing. Mostly, she is comfortable but her life hangs in the balance.

This post was suppose to be about her healing journey this camping season. After her accident this spring, she regained nearly everything . . . except the continence thing. It was also suppose to be about a couple I met last night who lost a daughter last fall to a narcissistic, abusive husband. I worry about you and your mom. I told her I would reconcile if we could get counseling to rebuild the trust. I never heard back. I still wait, just like I do for Sazi to recover.

I got grumpy with Sazi over her diaper last night . . . it is work stress. Now, I feel awful about that and for assuming that she would stay in the yard with the other dogs. I was out there the whole time, but she is little and I just didn’t see her. I hugged her a lot before she woke up, and she was a little responsive to me then. Now that she is awake, she doesn’t want me anywhere near. I am sad . . . all this, and it is almost your mom’s birthday. I wish I could turn back the hands of time. But, life isn’t like that. So, this post will either be Sazi’s memorial or a tribute to her resilience. I hope for the latter.

Our weekend was mostly a walk down to Dennis Weaver Memorial Park in Ridgway. Before that, we went to the park downtown and saw a lot of dogs from Second Chance Humane Society – one looked just like Sazi and the shelter folks thought they looked like sibs.

Maizzy and Sazi rode in the stroller and Kachina and I got the mileage.

It was a beautiful day – and chilly nights in the tent. But, we stayed warm. The leaves are turning – they remind, me of your mom. She loved the leaves. Fall colors remind me of her, always.

When we got back to town, I got a yucca at the plant store and the woman loved the dogs so much that she asked to take a picture. I was planting the darn yucca when Sazi snuck away. Now, it all seems so strange. Why?????

Anyway – anyone who reads this, please send positive thoughts to Sazi. I just don’t want to loose her yet. Please, please let her recover. This may be the last camping trip of 2019 – but let her live to see another camping season.