Toby’s days are numbered. This summer, our sweet yellow lab developed cancer. A diagnosis of a nasal tumor has brought old age clearly into focus. I see in him stiffening bones, a listlessness at night, an appetite that sometimes is more waning than whet. But not at the beach. At the beach, with his people,…
Tag: At the beach
When Dad Built Us Forts (or holes in the sand, with benches to sit on): Write Every Day #3
That’s my sister’s foot on the far right side of the picture. I think I may have cropped her out when I saved the shot, although you shouldn’t read too much into that. I think I just wanted a picture of just Dad and me, playing in the sand. I may be four years old…