Old memories

Went for a walk at a spot near here. Beautiful evening, but still laced with sad memories. The mind plays tricks on you and you think you'll see him come walking along with you. All the walks round here have echoes of him.

He always led the way, always ahead of us, but always waiting for us. He was linked to us as his pack. And he never strayed from the safety of our presence.

I miss him greatly. Walks are no longer the same.