Tiny sipper tonight to make sure I fall asleep easily.

I am vanquished but the walk with the puppy was sweet: the moon is half full.

As I was admiring the views of the street(s), I thought that Laurel had seen those views and atmospheres once or twice, when he escaped at night, way back. This thought brought me back to my Laurel, feeling and emotions and vibes. It is comforting. But oh how cruel to lose him so early on, barely almost 2 years with us,  3 years old. That is mighty young: we are in shock.