Always Beautiful

A few weeks ago, I went out to the ocean. I followed the path that my little dog, Gigi and I use to take. It was exactly a year, since she passed. It had been a hard 12 months accepting that she was really gone. But it was time to throw away my sadness and just remember all the good times we shared. I’ve had many dogs throughout my life, but Gigi was the one that grabbed my heart the most and when she left, a piece of me went with her.

It was a cold, windy, rainy morning. I pulled my coat tight, as I made my way to the shore. I felt tears mix with rain running down my cheeks. I started to walk to the rocks. I noticed that a woman was walking towards me with a little white dog. Our winter coats were almost the same color blue, her hair was a darker grey than mine. The only difference is that she was with a dog and I was alone.  She stopped and started to say something, she must have noticed my tear streaked face. She seemed to understand that sometimes you just have to go to the ocean to cry. As she passed, she said, “The ocean is always beautiful, no matter what.”



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