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24 April 2021 13:41I found myself actually hungry for lunch, and was eating ham-on-triscuit, when T decided to quit his class early and join me, eating some of the leftover PIZZA PIZZA. Then we went on a hike together. I wasn't sure this was a good idea less than 24 hours after giving up Dax, but I figured it was either sit at home together without Dax, which we'd already been doing, or go on a hike together without Dax.
We each brought with us one of the balls Dax had found while on previous hikes. He was forever bringing abandoned balls back home with him, carrying them dutifully in his mouth, even if he had a mile to go before we got home. We returned these balls to -- approximately -- locations where he might have found them, so that other dogs might have the pleasure of bringing an abandoned ball back home.
Was about a 90-minute hike, like usual. We talked a lot, even more than usual, with no Dax to interrupt us, and lots of memories and feelings to share. Typically we'd run out of stuff to talk about, I'd zone out, staring at nature. This time we kept talking. Of course we saw other people hiking with their dogs.
I spoke about how Dax was the perfect ambassador from the canine nation to the human nation, how he turned me into a total dog fan. I may well have another dog someday, but I have some grief to live through first, and then some questions to resolve about what I want from my life and how a dog or dogs would fit into that life, and who would help me to raise those dogs, because there's no way I could do it alone. I'm not enough human for that.
I want to create a monthly donation to a pet shelter in his memory. So more people can enjoy what we enjoyed, so more dogs can enjoy what Dax enjoyed.
We each brought with us one of the balls Dax had found while on previous hikes. He was forever bringing abandoned balls back home with him, carrying them dutifully in his mouth, even if he had a mile to go before we got home. We returned these balls to -- approximately -- locations where he might have found them, so that other dogs might have the pleasure of bringing an abandoned ball back home.
Was about a 90-minute hike, like usual. We talked a lot, even more than usual, with no Dax to interrupt us, and lots of memories and feelings to share. Typically we'd run out of stuff to talk about, I'd zone out, staring at nature. This time we kept talking. Of course we saw other people hiking with their dogs.
I spoke about how Dax was the perfect ambassador from the canine nation to the human nation, how he turned me into a total dog fan. I may well have another dog someday, but I have some grief to live through first, and then some questions to resolve about what I want from my life and how a dog or dogs would fit into that life, and who would help me to raise those dogs, because there's no way I could do it alone. I'm not enough human for that.
I want to create a monthly donation to a pet shelter in his memory. So more people can enjoy what we enjoyed, so more dogs can enjoy what Dax enjoyed.
