Black Ice:

A Mindfulness Teacher

My loyal Labrador Retriever Hank loved the snow; of course, his ancestors were bred to grab fishing nets in Canada’s icy waters. On snowy days, we’d clomp through the highest piles to a nearby fenced in lot where he could run, roll and leap, making our kids giggle endlessly. Hank was raised to be a companion dog for an autistic child and my son George won the puppy lottery, having Hank as cuddly friend for so many years.

It’s hard this winter, my first without Hank here, not to tear up a little when the snow falls, the memories of his happiness…