Remember this wonderful place we found on Highway 1?
We realized this week that we left Alaska’s leash on the shoulder overlooking that cove. He loved looking out over vistas from high ground. He’d have enjoyed that spot immensely.
In twelve years, we never lost a leash. Was it confusion from grief that caused us to do so then, and at that spot? Or something else? Funny how even my atheist’s resistance to seeing signs and portents crumbles under the weight of intense emotion.
If you’re somewhere, pal, I hope it’s here or a place like it.
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