By Alan Levine
I was in between. Fiercely independent, had money saved up, and some time before I went west. My roommate called. Someone found a runaway dog. Dominoe. Named her after the damsel in Sharky's Machine. Malnourished, skittish, afraid of a raised hand. We walked into the woods ...she always following a few yards away, my buddy. One day we drove farther and walked in the autumn leaves. Met an old friend. We chatted about 15 minutes and I turned around... She was GONE I was hours running up and down the trail, crying out her name. I was worthless. I could take care of myself, but no one else WORTHLESS darkness I would camp out, return the next day. I would do that every day unti I found her. Every day. I cried back to the car... and there she was, waiting for me. My awareness became a circle of responsibility of more than just myself. We drove across the country... had adventures climbed mountains, saw exciting lands, made a home in Arizona We parted permanently... but I never forgot what I learned that day in the woods.
A story of a dog, found, lost, who found me.