There’s a man who lives a couple of condos down from us. When I would leave for work in the morning, or head out for a run, I would always see him out in the neighborhood walking his golden retriever. He carried a red shovel with him at all times to clean up the dog’s business. The man would always wave as I drove or jogged by.
About a year or so ago, I saw the man walking at his regular time, but without the dog and the shovel. Again the next day, and the day after that. It made me very sad to see the man without his friend by his side. But at the same time, I was happy to see that he continued to walk each morning despite the loss of his friend.
After we got home from the hospital this afternoon, I took some time to get settled in. After a few days being cooped up in the hospital room, I was ready for some fresh air, so I went for a run. On my way home, I saw the man walking. He carried a red shovel, and walking with him was a golden retriever puppy.
