Clark woke up at 5-something this morning, and the sun was up and I couldn’t get back to sleep, so after I fed him and he fell back asleep, I went for a walk. It felt marvelous. While out, I passed a man trying to get his beautiful white lab-mix in the back of his pickup truck. The dog was resisting. He (the dog) was very tall and slender and had that same, sweet face that Abner has. As I was thinking about him I could almost smell his clean fur, and feel it on my face as I thought about how I used to bury my face into his shoulder while rubbing his ears.
Sigh.
A good memory that made me sentimental.
July 21st, 2006 at 4:36 am
I can relate. We lost our big Golden Retriever, Ranger at the beginning of the summer. He was so old that he could barely walk, but he never failed to wag is tail and give that big GR grin. Sometimes I swear that I still hear him walking on the deck.
I miss him.
July 27th, 2006 at 3:24 pm
Perhaps Abner was picked up on your loving thoughts of him and sent kisses back to you on the breeze. They do that, you know!