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.