Since I lost my old cat Pyewacket to an attack by a huge dog, I have taken to talking to my teddy bear, Marmaduke.
This may seem an odd thing for a grown man to do, but pets are not allowed in the apartment block I now live in. No people are allowed in my place, and a guy has to talk with someone.
And you know what? I’m certain that Marmaduke takes in every word, and would give me good advice, if he only could.
I know he loves spiritual feeling of the dawn coming up over the sea, and those last minutes before sunset, just as much as I do.
Marmaduke, my teddy bear and friend.