Dust in the Wind

The dog cave where I buried my beloved Jasper has opened up with the melting ice and snow. I peeked down into it hoping to find a trace of my old friend. Nothing is there. Not a thing. Just dust. All I have left of him are memories of all those wonderful years together. I adored that dog. When all is said and done, that's all we have to leave behind us - memories. Let them be good ones.