It’s been a year since my lil homie Pep went away. My best friend for 14 years is forever gone. Towards the end of his life he would sit outside to look at the trees & feel the breeze. I guess he knew he was dying soon. Sometimes I think I’m ready for another dog and then it feels like I’m replacing him. Either way life hasn’t been the same since he died. I often look at the trees in my backyard and think of him. Maybe he is now the breeze.