Buster and I are back holding down the fort at The Norfleet Wildlife Refuge + Wine Bar for the weekend. 

I was feeling very sad being back on property last night as I walked around and saw all of Blake's old haunts. 

The spot where he loved sunning himself in the morning, the spot where he loved to start

his daily mad dash across the yard which ended with a big leap over a fallen log,

the many nooks and crannies where he hid so well

anytime I needed to find him when it was time for medication... 

Just as tears started from all these memories, I heard odd footsteps coming from 

the adjacent field. I had my camera so I was able to take this photo of the "footstep" maker. 

She had a one year old baby with her. 

Seeing them at that very moment... I swear it was Blake letting me know everything was ok... -cheryl