We are at the beach.
We are busying ourselves here at the beach.
Trying hard to think only positive thoughts about our Finn.
Watched a funny movie all snuggled in my bed last night.
Worked out this morning, then the pool.
In between we sat in the sun of the rental’s backyard.
I told the kids to pretend for a minute that they believe in intention setting and energy.
We sat and just thought about Finn.
We imagined ourselves next to him in his doggy hospital bed.
We imagined seeing him healthy in a few days, wagging his tail like nothing had happened.
I can’t speak for the kids, but I imagined petting his soft soft ears.
And I told him very lovingly but sternly that the people he is with are taking care of him. He might not be having fun but he needs to do everything they tell him to do, and then we will see him soon.
After he gets better, he can run around and play with his best friend.
His best friend’s person visited him today.
He wagged his tail so hard his bandage flung across the room.
She snuggled him and pet his soft, soft ears.
She told him that the people he is with are taking care of him. She told him he can come play as soon as he’s all better.
We spent the last few hours on the sand.
The kids took a walk.
I read.
I gazed at the turquoise water.
I told the little birds that landed next to me to please send some prayers to Finn.
We are at the beach.
I kept repeating it to myself.
We are at the beach.
We are at the beach.