A few days ago Louie passed on, as all old dogs do. We danced in the early morning sunshine and I laid him to his final rest under an afternoon sky of storms and sun.
     

 I found him five years ago in the high mountains of eastern Arizona. I never knew his story or his name. He became Louie and I have a hundred stories of our time together; adventure, road-trips, exploration, and home. Like all good dogs.