It’s been six months since I lost Lucy. I like to believe she’s patiently waiting at the gates of heaven — ready for the reunion when I meet her again one day.
I still think about this sweet and faithful companion every single day. If you’ve ever had a dog who you loved, you’ll understand.
When I put the key into my front door when I return home each day, part of me still waits to hear the sound of her tail hitting the door as she realizes I’ve returned.
When I get up in the morning, part of me still feels compelled to get her leash and take her for the first walk of the day — something she loved so much. At night, part of me wants to take her for one last walk before bed, because each walk made her so happy.
But I can’t do those things, because the World’s Happiest Dog isn’t here anymore.

When does healthy love become nothing but unhealthy obsession?
Maturity asked me to learn that I’d never win certain arguments
If we disrespect skilled trades, we’re ignorant and arrogant fools
Why are we uncomfortable when other people aren’t much like us?
Hug awakens realization of how much I’ve missed human touch
One college senior explains financial facts to the Wall Street protesters
Unhappiness can’t hide forever when life has gone very wrong
After long but necessary detours, the beginning finally nears for me