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.

Where are Obama’s tears when he’s the one killing innocent children?
If you cherish the things you love, never take loved ones for granted
For first time in my life, I fear not finding love and life I’ve needed
Against all rational choice of will, an old hunger in my heart returns
Rights or choices? It might be time to re-frame the debate
My need to make others perfect reflects my fear I’m not in control
Chappelle is offensive and crude, but what he’s doing is important