Sunday, July 17, 2016
We usually park the leashes on our coat rack at the back door, but this particular leash found an odd place for itself. The last day I had it in my hand was almost half a year ago, when I returned home with only this empty leash in my hand. Why I put it behind the kitchen door I don't know, or can't recall. But I can make a guess. I was numb that day.
My heart raced while I took it down from the place where it had been for more then half a year. Me and Merete were packing down all our inventory in boxes for the upcoming house sale, but I hesitated and was indecisive about putting the leash down in a box.
Memories were re-lived while I let the leash run through my fingers. The leash warmed me, filling me with love that once was. Suddenly, my eyes caught the end of the leash, and noticed it still had some of Kenzo's fur on it. I stopped running the leash through my fingers. I could only stare at these golden curls. They were beautiful. They were real. It felt like we were together again. Kenzo and me, together in the same room. For just a second. A wonderful moment.
I wondered if I should smell it, or touch it, but I didn't. I only looked at it, thinking of a good place to keep it. Or maybe not. Maybe chance should place it somewhere, and in half a year from now, it could surprise me again.
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