“Just down that lane is a pet cemetery.” Pearl pointed in the direction of a heavily treed road.
“A pet cemetery? I’ve buried my fair share of pets, but, always on my property. Seemed more personal that way.” Owen reached down to pet his dog, Aggie.
“It’s a beautiful place, serene and sacred. It’s the only graveyard for pets that I’ve ever seen.”
“I think we have one back in Oklahoma. The guy that runs it is weird, so, I stayed away from him.”
“Weird is in the eye of the beholder, Owen.”
“Weird is a guy who spends too much time studying death.”
“Maybe he is trying to learn about it, solve the mystery of the great beyond.” Pearl knelt to pet Aggie behind the ears. “What if I told you I go to our pet cemetery to do my best thinking?” Mysteriously, a gust of wind blew across Pearl’s hair, breezing it out of her eyes.
“Yea, but, you ain’t weird, you’re thoughtful and stuff. Plus, you’re a girl- girls always think more than guys do.”
“Don’t you dare try to tell me you don’t think about things, Owen Guthrie, you have a pensive mind and way smarter than you pretend to be.”
The tang of crisp autumn air coupled with dried leaves gave an earthy sense to the trees, filled Owen’s keen nostrils and sparked a response. “I do my best thinking in a tree stand deer hunting or out in the river fishing.”
“What do you think about when you’re out there all by yourself? What’s your best thinking?”
“My best thinking includes anything that makes me forget the past.” Owen tugged on Aggie’s leash and they started walking down the road. “C’mon, show me this super cool pet cemetery.”
“I’ll do that for you, Owen.”
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