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.

What really matters in life? Hardly any of the things we worry about
These aren’t revolutionaries; they’re nothing but thugs and looters
You’re not watching real news; you’re watching a scripted show
We won’t be free until politicians lose power to control the Internet
In dysfunctional modern culture, porn defines ‘normal’ for millions
For some of us, loss of trust is a deep existential threat to heart
Don’t be shocked if insane system produces narcissistic leaders