Dear Clyde:<\/p>\n
I feel like writing you.<\/p>\n
It’s an overcast, sultry morning at the Sanctuary and I’m hanging out in the back yard with Bonnie and the rest of the canine crew.<\/p>\n
I sorely miss you my friend and your comically fiendish mania for treats. I lost a little of myself when you left this world and haven’t adjusted yet.<\/p>\n
Below me, the river barely trickles. I just took a wonderful three mile walk with my friend Glen and we discussed the various and ongoing debasements of our culture that seem to intensify every day. Glen and I always try to devise new or unearth old methods to combat the debasements.<\/p>\n
My time with you and Bonnie along the riv-re engaged me in this combat.<\/p>\n
Everything is exploding green around the Sanctuary. The damn blackberries I cut in the winter are returning and I need to launch a spring counteroffensive.<\/p>\n
Bonnie is resting in the wet grass a few feet away. She’s doing okay, but always howls when I leave and the howling breaks my heart. I know she’s not howling at my departure, but, rather, your absence.<\/p>\n
We all ran (gimped) so well together. I’m still struggling to move forward with my life but I know I will always be connected to you, Bonnie and the Sanctuary.<\/p>\n
I like writing while surrounded by dogs. I used to write everything surrounded by dogs. I hope to return to that sort of writing group one day.<\/p>\n
It’s starting to rain. Droplets are landing on my notebook paper. Writing in the rain to you, my friend. I know you can hear me.<\/p>\n
Matt<\/p>\n\n
Dear Clyde: I feel like writing you. It’s an overcast, sultry morning at the Sanctuary and I’m hanging out in the back yard with Bonnie and the rest of the canine crew. I sorely miss you my friend and your comically fiendish mania for treats. I lost a little of myself when you left this […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3977,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[203,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3976","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-bonnie-and-clyde-files","category-meditations","has-post-title","has-post-date","has-post-category","has-post-tag","has-post-comment","has-post-author",""],"builder_content":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3976","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3976"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3976\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3979,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3976\/revisions\/3979"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3977"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3976"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3976"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3976"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}