Rose, watching out for me, during one of our many blizzards together. She never once let me get out of sight.

Rose and I have an amazing history together, a connection beyond words, even for a writer. She has saved my life several times, rounded up lambs, herded sheep, fought off pigs, stood down coyotes, raked her stomach on barbed wired, worked through blizzards and storms, watched my back, day and night, summer and winter. She watches me, always, and I watch her.  Now she is changing. Friday, animal communicator and friend Jeannie Lindheim affirmed what I was seeing and feeling, that Rose has moved to a different phase of life, along with me. We are settling into our lives, and Rose loves sitting up on the hill, where she has watched sheep, been kicked by donkeys, butted by rams, battled ewes, wishing I would join her. So I did. Come along with us to what is, for Rose, a mystical place. Come and see.