Moving On.

Skor would have been eight years old on July 12. On Wednesday I went to the park in Julian that Skor loved which is when I took this photograph of the sunset.  She was always so excited to get out of the car and enjoy the smells and to walk the cement path around the park. She was an enthusiastic girl who loved simple things, for us it might be smelling the roses, but for her it was smelling anything, and taking a long time doing it! 

Another place that Skor loved was driving down the Old Cuyamaca Highway, a side road off of Highway 79 near the park, that used to be the main road heading south out of Julian. We would drive 15 to 20 miles an hour and she would just soak up all the smells outside. Skor loved to hike up in the hills up by the old transfer station. She had a way of going up the rocky hills (and down) faster than me and even stopping with opportunities to sniff along the way. 
Skor loved to relax on our wooden painted porch. She would lay down after retuning from a walk then turn on her side panting to her heart’s content. As she got older this recuperation would last longer and longer. Skor was a big girl, all 85 pounds of her. She wasn’t overweight, per se, but she could have lost a few pounds, as we all can use. She was a strong girl and could play tug-of-war with any toy for a long time. When she was younger I used to let her win but as she got older we would really tug back-and-forth, all the while she had the look on her face that she was never quitting.

I have so many great memories with Skor and I still can’t believe she is no longer with me. Sometimes I think I feel her presence. It is hard to move on but things seemingly have gotten a little bit better. Things have to get better because I know I can’t live in the past or stay in disbelief that she is dead and buried on a slope by the house she was born in. I have to move on. And I will, all in my good time.