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Today was the second Sunday walk without our friend Booker.

Less emotional than last week but filled with more memories. Mostly funny.

He had a lot of "rules" for walking. You had to go along.

There was a thing about grass. It had to be investigated. And of course, peeing, anything new and a lot of old things. Marking the airedale territory which was a pretty wide one. Today all the way up to the high school and over to Ramon. Still without the pup it was only three quarter of an hour long. With him, an hour. Stop and sniff. Wander "over there" to investigate.

We miss him a lot but the deep pain is gone. We smile. Sadly, but we do smile.

He was a great gift in our lives as was "first dog" Franklin.

We talked a little about what to do with the leashes and the "thunder shirt" (which didn't work all that well as a security blanket, you cannot fool a smart dog). Other stuff. His gear.

So we are letting it sit where it is.

Last time we got rid of stuff and then had to buy new.

We did take his bed to the "used dog" place for someone else to use. It was too heavy a reminder there in the bedroom. And he didn't use it that much anyway. Grudgingly, it seemed. He had led a barebones life until he came with us and he wasn't about to give up on a lot of those habits. Sleeping rough was one of them.

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