My dad grew up in a day when a man wore a hat, not a cap,
for work and for more formal occasions. In fact, I remember him saying that he
couldn't remember going out without a hat.
When he died, I kept his hat in my closet for many years.
Just in case.
Today, our dog Baron crossed the rainbow bridge. He was
nearly twelve and one-half, but the cancer got him.
I think I'll keep his leash in its place in the coat closet.
Just in case.
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