Joy

Just before I left Missy got her final jabs, one week more and she can go anywhere, but even now she's allowed up into the wilder places. 
So today I took her to Pushka's favourite spot. We sat a while and cuddled, the wind full of future adventures, the folds of the fells holding cherished memories, tracks through the heather stalked by a magnificent ghost. Fortunately only one of us understands poignant. That's not a bad thing.
I let Missy run about and aways around me, and I can see this will become a favourite place for her too, wonderful.