Years after they were both gone, passed away, I found this small, simple thing that brought us back together.
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Finding “Fifty”
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Doug the dog, and Father’s Day
Doug was smart and handsome and a bit rough around the edges. People often crossed to the other side of the sidewalk when they saw him, thinking I had a werewolf on leash or something. But he loved his human family with unfailing devotion.
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The Memory Rock: Digging up the past
It seemed possible then, an almost epic journey I felt needed to be made. This giant rock, a rough and monumental kind of thing, making its way back to me, following the same path I took a long time ago...
