Pretty sure it fell out of my pack at a trailhead when I took my keys out of the pocket they shared in my pack. The pocket I very carefully never open during a hike because I don't want to lose anything in it. Damn my hands that swell so badly when I'm hiking!
I looked for it for a long time the next day, even used a metal detector. Found a lot of bullet casings. No ring. Someone must have picked it up, unless it rolled a distance off the road when it dropped. I put out an APB on Facebook. I could order a new one but I'd rather have the original back.
I saw this on Facebook. You never know--you might get a miracle. It is good that you can get another. When Red died, the vet took a sample of his hair to make an angel. However, she didn't give the rest back to me!! I wanted his whole tail for a bracelet and two fly swishers for Cowgirl's bridle. Now, I can't ever get that hair back, and he had the most beautiful tail. It makes me sad to think about it.
ReplyDeleteThat's awful! I guess sometimes we have to let go of the tangible thing and just keep the memories, but that would make me sad too. I found the ring! I need to post an update to the blog.
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