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I awoke this morning, with old memories and dogs on my mind.
The memory of our little Monkey Man stills weighs heavily on my mind.
I dreamed of the old Permafrost Ranch and all the dogs we have had over the years
It is a long list, and it makes me sad beyond belief to think about all of them.

We will soon be moving on from this place, slowly moving south out of the high country.
I'm not sure where our final winter destination will be.
It's kind of like I'm unsure of where to go. After the loss of the monkey, we seem to be drifting.
No real hand on the rudder as to where I want to be.

I want to be somewhere warm, maybe down by the sea but not the gulf coast
So, that leaves us the west coast as a alternative

I really haven't got a handle on why that I'm sort of lost as to where to go.
I have been thinking of this the last few days.
Maybe it's the cat that has been spending time with us that has my mind locked on animals past.

The first thing I did upon waking was to open the door and see if the cat was out there and may have wanted to come in. It's a RV-Park Cat but nonetheless a life that enjoys our presence as long as we feed her.