I drove to a national park with my husband for a nature-filled retreat this summer. The drive was long and the hour twilight. The roads were gray and shadowed, trees forming triangular apparitions on either side.
I'm in the midst of a personal "inconvenient" situation on the road to more-or-less permanent improvement -- an improvement which is also, not coincidentally, a tiny drop in the ocean of changes we need for a healthy planet.
I understand raccoons need to eat too, just not my chickens. I can't argue with nature, but I can keep my pets safe. Although their suburban yard is large, they have limited space to run and hid for cover. They are trapped.
A constant companion, a dog bears witness to your life and history without judgement. So when our middle dog, 13-year-old dog Tia passed away suddenly, last week of an apparent stroke due to a blood clot, it caught us by surprise.