March 04, 2004
Chelsea la Rue's Memorial
Last Saturday, a couple days after a good rain, Hollywood was incredibly clear, you could see all the way to Catalina. It was the day I received the keys to our new apartment and the day I had to say final goodbyes to our little dog Chelsea. I hiked a little ways up Runyon Canyon where Chelsea and I spent nearly every morning. She and I often chose a path that very few people used - she wasn't much for crowds. 
I went up that path and sat on a large fallen tree trunk near where we played cat and mouse, her favorite game. When I opened the can that held her ashes and scattered the first handful, I realized how many times I had come across scattered ashes before. 
Many a morning, I wondered, what the hell is that white powder on my path? Did the after-hour party people leave this stuff? What is it? Is it dangerous? Is it rodent powder? No, I instantly realized, Chelsea was now among the many dogs before her that graced our path and were now part of our path. 
Chelsea is now part of one of the best viewpoints in LA. And one of my favorite places, but it's time to move and move on.
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