I walked with Red in the cemetery early this morning, he is a spirit dog, he enters into the spirit of the time, of the moment, he knows my heart and my mind better than I do, he knows where I will walk. He knows where he is needed. This morning, a woman was walking in the cemetery, she came with a purpose. I believe she came to visit the grave of someone she loved, perhaps her husband. Red came up to her – she had stopped a few feet from us – and sat down beside her, he looked her in the eye, and then put his head in her hand, and she sat silently by a gave marker, and stroked Red several times about the head.

I came up quietly to make sure Red was not disturbing her, and to call him away,  but I saw she was crying softly, and Red was comforting her.  I backed away – Red can make these decisions better than I can – and walked on ahead. In a few minutes, Red came up behind me, then took his position ahead of me, as he always does.

I knew he would come when he was ready, when he was done. And then walk ahead of me, and turn and make sure I was all right and was coming along.