I found out that my dog, Willow, has a splenic tumor with mets to the mesentary. The prognosis sucks and there's not much I can do for him. But the plan was to manage her with pain medication and anti nausea meds. So... we had a plan. But I was still very sad about the whole situation and emotionally, mentally, and physically spent. So I loaded Fleck up and we went to our happy place.
We had a great hack as the sun was setting and got in some good gallops. We finished up in the lake as the moon came out. It was just what I needed.