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.

Listen to Samuel’s ancient warning to Israel about anointing a ruler: ‘…you shall be his slaves’
Illusions we project for others allow us to remain hidden inside
Silence and darkness allow us to listen to what world drowns out
Are modern Americans tough enough to survive in united nation?
We’ve welcomed visitors from 57 countries and 48 U.S. states so far
It’s easy to learn wrong lessons from watching parent’s behavior