I was looking for something in a closet the other day, and came upon this photo accidentally. It was in a desk frame, and I remember it was on my desk at a former job.
This was in 1991 or 1992, very soon after Tasha came to live with me. She was still quite young, and you can tell that she was very smart. It was taken on the bluffs, where we used to often walk.
I’ve started shopping online for a good marker stone for her place in the yard, next to Stella.
Metaphor 