I lost a good friend this week named Peter. He was nice to me and had a little dog like me named Cargo. I have never met Cargo but I think I will soon. Peter died suddenly at home without warning or cause other than a heart that was worn out. He was only 51 years old. He visited Alanea and Dave and me several times and the last time that I saw him I sat on his lap in Toronto. Dave and Alanea drank too much Rose a few nights ago and cried about Peter. I have posted a picture of me hiking on a trail and contemplating life, loss and the beauty that surrounds us. Slow down world. Cheers
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