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.

For me, Valentine’s Day seems to bring out my regrets every year
On National Dog Day, remember how love can change any of us
Finding joy brings more happiness than the empty pursuit of pleasure
Words on paper don’t give governments the right to rob us
Can’t we all get along? Why is the liberty movement so fragmented?
What if biggest risk to our lives comes from our own unhappiness?
Just a performance: actors and politicians have a lot in common
My need to rescue my child self fuels my urge to rescue animals
Illusions we project for others allow us to remain hidden inside