this is the first weekend without him. he was my seven day dog but the weekend was all mister. years ago we walked the sea wall and searched for treasure and names carved into the stone blocks. where we swam the wall has cracked and fallen. i think about the names of the dead. some are still living, and some are recent, but most of them are memories growing lichen, eroding in the endless waves. i would like to carve mister's name and bring his ashes there to float away in the waves, i'd like to watch his name in all weather, in time, to watch
his name fade and stay in the all that changes