When the moment came to say goodbye it was definitely real. I had found a nice little home in paradise and a couple of really loyal and sweet dogs. I actually can’t imagine how lonely/scary that time would have been out there if it weren’t for them. Plus there wouldn’t have been anyone to share the coconuts. So yeah, I had saved a bunch of crackers for the dogs, to give them one last feast, which I told myself was the best I could do for them. They ate so fast that the moment was over before it could even seem special. And then they heard some noise in the woods and ran off to chase it. I looked around and took that as my natural cue to leave. And like Tangata had 6 days earlier, I just walked away.