Time was when Shaun spent his beach days waiting for a stick to be thrown into the breaking waves, barking insistently until at the target of his quest floated within reach.
Greedily, he'd snatch it out and parade with his prize down the shoreline.
These days, he can't hear the waves crash and the sticks lay idly on the shore.
Even so, the memory of it all still can make him smile.
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