Red and I have a new ritual, I guess you would call it a ritual of love and connection. Every afternoon, we go out to the pasture and Red goes to his hill, he lies down at the top were he has a view of the pastures and the sheep.

Sometimes I sit with him, sometimes I leave him there, he is content to sit there for hours and look out at the sheep, they seem unaware of his presence.

It is a ritual of love, a beautiful, uplifting, and yes, sad ritual, but an important one. I think it is a meditation for him, he has his, I have mine, and on the hill we do our meditations together, another connection we have found.