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The markers come more and more frequently now. As of two nights ago, we have a new one, Cree have departed to join those already gone ahead.
Late this afternoon marked the eighth year since she left us far too soon. She was pure joy, pure love, and there is not a day that goes by that I don't feel the hole in my heart left by her loss. Wings, too; she was his before she was mine — or, more accurately, he was hers before I was hers, too — but she adopted me literally on sight.
A few hours ago, I put cedar out where her ashes were scattered, and some tobacco and sweetgrass, too. I have wept so many tears this week for so many reasons, and yet, there are always more.
We love you, Hunter. Watch for Cree; she's on her way to all of you now.
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