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Bronte nodded with understanding. Her mother would talk to Bridget after they were done here. She saw the strain of weariness in her and sympathized. Pressing her forehead affectionately to Teya's shoulder, she walked alongside her to the final resting place of Bronco.

Boris she said was strong. She believed it and hoped he was happy in where his adventures had taken him. If they were lucky, their paths would cross again. 

Suddenly she felt weighted as they drew closer to the tree. But she no longer felt the twisted ache in her heart. The raw sense of loss. Just the long acceptance that she was now so familiar with. Emotion still welled in her. Even though she knew in the truest sense he was no longer there. Maybe in body...but his spirit had moved on.

Tears pricked slightly at her eyes as she leaned to to press her cheek to the cool earth under the tree. "We are so sorry. We tried. But I...I know you are with us always. I feel you guiding us, Daddy..."