Day 83

8/4/22

Last night, I went for my usual evening walks with the goldens. First Gus, followed by Lilly and Ranger, and we take a short walk around the neighborhood church to get the restlessness out for the night.

Earlier, I had broken the necklace portion of a possession I hold dearly. Tucking it safely in my pocket, I planned to buy a sturdier anchor for the piece. Heading our for the nightly walks, I did some last minute checks (doggy bags, collars, leashes, phone) and headed out into the twilight.

Upon returning home, and after having reached into the pocket more than once to retrieve a bag, I realized the necklace was missing. Sweet Jimmy offered to go out into the night with a flashlight to search, but I assured him I would check on my morning walks with the goldens.

The missing heart was crafted from a 1916 Canada large cent with the artist taking great pains to make certain the printing, dates and pictures were visible. Beyond the beauty and antique nature of the pendant, I had chosen it because that was the year my beloved dad was born.

The heart was the last thing I thought of before closing my eyes and I woke up with it heavy on my mind. I must admit that I rose early to scour the walking path we took last night (twice) to no avail. As I continued on with my walks down by the river, I began to search my own heart and realized something very humbling. That necklace had taken on too much importance in my life. As my sweet father would often say, "Remember, it is only a thing and things aren't important...people are."

So, with Dad's words in my head and a new goal to not put such value on "things," I returned home to find it sitting on the stove.

Lost and Found indeed! Lesson learned.