The old dog shuffled along the path before coming to the clearing. His eyesight was failing and everything was just blurry shadows. The camp, just a memory. He whined slightly from hunger, but there was no one to hear him. He turned in a circle several times and laid down, weary, hungry and alone.
"Daddy, I found him!" cried the little girl in the bright orange life preserver what seemed like only seconds later as she burst into the clearing.
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