30/10/2025
Two years ago today, we stumbled upon heaven on earth Trout Woods Cottage.
We didnāt know then how sacred that patch of land would become. Nestled between trees and whispers of water, it was more than a getaway. It was a sanctuary. A place where time slowed down, where laughter echoed louder than worry, and where the simple joy of muddy feet and wet fur became the soundtrack of our days.
Mila and Jax wild and free claimed that space as their own. They chased dragonflies, rolled in puddles, and curled up under the stars, exhausted from joy. Mud and water werenāt nuisances they were companions. Every splash, every pawprint, every wag of Milaās tail was a love letter to the moment. Trout Woods became their playground, their kingdom, their story.
And for usā¦ it became home.
Zenia, with her gentle spirit and open heart, welcomed us like family. She didnāt just host us she held space for us. She saw us. She saw Mila. She saw the bond between a boy and his dog, between a mother and her child, between grief and grace. Zenia was an angel in human form, and now, she watches over Mila in a place where love never ends.
I imagine heaven now, and it looks a lot like Trout Woods. I see Mila running through tall grass, Zenia smiling beside her, the sun warm and forgiving. I see peace. I see belonging.
Our dream our sacred promise is to make Trout Woods Cottages Milaās final resting place. Not out of sorrow, but out of reverence. Because that land holds her joy, her spirit, her story. And one day, when the time is right, weāll make it happen. Weāll return her to the place where she was most alive.
For Jax, it will be closure. For us, it will be healing. For Mila, it will be home.
Until then, we carry her in every sunrise, every muddy pawprint, every memory that makes us smile through tears. Trout Woods isnāt just a place itās a heartbeat. And today, we honor it.
