Never posted anything non firearm or knife related here before but this morning I awoke to discover my best girl of 15 years had passed. A fine Jack Russel and the best companion I could have wished for. I had named her Bella as I always wanted a daughter named as such which never came. She saved me at one time in my life after a particular devastating divorce. Combined with this is the one year anniversary of my fathers passing whom I idolized, and the date was already carrying a significant toll, is no small addition which I can say with zero embellishment. Father and I was the pair of four brothers who “walked the trails together” as he put it when he was with me. I can barely type this, and seldom expose myself, but admittedly I am struggling. The older I get...well i am sure most of you guys get that introduction without me adding to it. Anyway, not asking for anything, just typing as there is no one close to hear. My mother always felt I would be a minister, but my logic defeats and I never found my way...days like this I wish I could find faith but I cannot embrace that which I don’t feel. Anyway gents there is nothing I ask for, just an ear and a new sunrise.