26 November ~2014.
A few days ago the pack and I hiked up to the mesa that I have camped on in winter for many years. All three of my young dogs scrambled out to the hidden overlook with me, and were nearby as I released Ben's ashes.
I like to think of Ben standing on that rock and watching sunrises, but still feeling the bond we had, and waiting for the time we will be reunited. I also like to imagine he was there today, watching us climb up that mountain
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