11 December 2016
On the Contents of A Winter Coat's Pockets Unworn in Ten Months.
Like most Canadian men I own more than one winter coat. They are purpose built for certain activities, certain weather conditions and, above all, certain temperatures.
This morning I pulled on my snow shovelling coat. John Deere sold them to farmers once upon a time. A winter coat made for working in.
I had not worn it since last winter and there was something in one of the pockets. I reached in and pulled it out.
It was The Hammer's collar, leash and a couple empty shit bags. I had not used the coat since the day she died.
I immediately held the collar and leash to my nose. Ten months on it smelled like she had never gone. I put them down by the chair between the speakers I listen to music in to return to later. Put the empty shit bags into the pile of small bags I have been adding to this past year so I have something to pick up my next dog's shit with.
I will be ok once I am half through the bottle of Arrans on the counter.