DiscoveryCove and New House 153 (1)

Every now and then, something jars my memory, and I’m lost in grief all over again.  I’m working on sorting through paperwork at my desk, and the sound of my neighbor’s big dog barking triggers the phantom sound of my sweet Dalmatian barking at the bunnies outside.  I hear the sound echo in my ears.  For a split second, I thought he was still here.

I miss you, sweet doggy boy.

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