Paul’s Trusty Observation
Paul assured me with a grin, “Rocky always found his way back here, didn’t seem happy wherever he was.” His remark filled in blanks, making Rocky’s restless demeanor make a bit more sense.
My boy had been trying to find his way back to where he felt he belonged all along. These were places filled with memories and scents of a home he yearned for.
He never truly left us, not in spirit, anyway.