I sent a scout across a bridge today. Where she will meet up with 3 other labs. Each one with a piece of my heart. I’m sure they will sort things out amongst themselves. Gracie, Mojo, Dots, and now Lacy. My own personal hounds of shadow. Each of them nuts in their own way. Each one loved and missed. Black bundles of goof, loyalty, guts, drive, but most of all, love. Did I say that I miss them? The weather is rain. In fits and starts. Fitting. 

 Yes there will be another when the time is right. How can I not even knowing that it too will end with tears. How can I not? I am a Black Lab man. They know it. I’ll be that way until I leave too. But I know for certain that I’ll have some of the best company to be there when I do. Joy and pain. It will always be that way. How else can you know you’re truly alive?