Opened up my bag today and a single hair fell out. An inch in length, turning white to brown from end to end. Oh Brutus, I must have left my bag next to you when I was home. Did you snuffle inside it?

Edit: Symbolism and blah. I kept brutus's hair tenderly aside. I got a call, got wrapped into work and brushed clean my table without thinking. No hair.

Further Edit: Will the symbolism stop? Nopes. I got up and there was my reminder of my Dog neatly resting on the black cover of my notebook.

The last possible Edit: I keep that one hair with me all the time. I wonder if I can get it set in crystal or a glass locket. What a good boy he was...