The black dog shuffled out of the crowd, eyes on him, brightening with each step. He wore the happy years heavily on his back as he made his way slowly, but with purpose, toward the man who was standing, as he had done so many times, in full dress blues, a shine on his shoes and his hat neatly tucked under his arm. While he could still feel the aches and pains of his age, they started to almost melt away as the sun warmed his fur. He took one look back over his shoulder for his girl, but knew he would have to find her now, in his heart.
Slowly, the man rose and shook the grass out of his hat but left the paw prints on his pants and shirt. He wore them as proudly as the badge on his chest. The two turned and started walking for home, a warm glow surrounding them. They had each other now, and with the immense love they both held for her shining down like a beacon on her heart, they knew she would be ok.
With a flick of his wrist, Paul grabbed a stick from the ground and let it fly, then surprised himself with a big booming laugh as Keziah, equally surprised, raced after it…a puppy once again.
By Carmen Baum
February 22, 2014
In Loving Memory of two amazing souls...