Goodbye, my Keiss . . .
Goodbye, my Keiss . . . The long handle blended into the browns and gray hues of the desert. It was only broken by the haphazardness of the mesquite bushes that dotted the expanse beyond ...
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raindove wrote:
The right one will come along and bring joy to your life again. Losing them is the hardest part of having these furry companions share our lives.
The time I lost my faithful companion comes around much faster now. While the memories don't fade, I don't see him as often as I once did. I do hear those sounds, though. You must know them well too. These would be the sounds announcing that they are back from there run. Since I boondock, he would often walk himself and then announce his return with a quick, "yelp." There are still times I find myself reflexively getting up when I think I hear that sound, that yelp. But I always go to the door and open it. I am sorry I can't stop the feelings that he might be there or what it might have been that made that sound that triggered that response from me.
While getting another dog is a fact, for me. But not for now. With my Full Time travels and long periods and days away in the backcountry, from my camper, it isn't the time to get another companion. But, one day I know I will.
Miss you, my friend.
b
