A short story by Gail L. Winfree
Upon receiving the small package just two weeks to the day Bones died, Dexter packed his photo gear, laptop, photo albums, his favorite CDs and books, and a few clothes, and drove off into the loneliness of the night.
His road was unknown and his quest unsure. With Bones at his side, Dexter had taken many road trips—through forty-nine states and three countries—always returning home, wherever home was at the time. Bones was always at his side, his faithful companion for nearly sixteen years.
As he turned onto the road, Dexter reached over and patted the brown mahogany urn with the name “Bones” and four paws engraved on it, resting in the passenger seat on a blanket, Bones’ blanket.
“What do you say we just follow the road east, Buddy? See where we end up.”
Dexter heard the agreeing bark and felt a familiar cold, wet nose nuzzle his hand. “East, it is then…east it is.”
Yep, crying here. Beautiful. So much said with so few words; just the right ones. Thank you.
Thank you for those kind words, Christine. I’m glad you liked it. Just shows you can never let go of love. Take care.
As I read it I was looking at my own wooden box containing my beloved Retriever Luther. He had such a huge heart and I adored him.
I know how you feel. We have five of them on the shelf, and each one is full of memories and love.
This is near and dear to my heart, Gail.
Yes, Richard, mine too. I’m glad it touched you.