A thick blanket of gray clouds covered the sky. As if to wrap the sun away for the season and welcome Fall. The park was quiet–spotting other souls were few and far between. The chill in the air was matched by the clean scent that swept off the top of the waters, onto the dock and through the wheat field.
Their pup Patton sat at their feet. Old and advanced in age, she had seen each child grow. She had watched emotions become words become personalities. She saw two turn to five and had a first hand seat at the makings of a family. These were her people. This family, her home. And tonight as they laughed and hugged and wrapped themselves up together in that oversized blanket, she knew this was a rare thing indeed.