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.

Nature struggles to keep alive
No one will really notice except me, but a good friend of mine is dying
Life is too short to hide the love you would regret hiding at death
Economic and moral ignorance is at root of fast food worker walkout
Forgiveness has more power than political agenda in hateful tragedy
Now that his threat is truly gone, I realize my father hated himself
My endorsement goes to the man who can make coercive state work
Pride can drive dumb behaviors, even if subject is just car lights
Police mistakenly attack innocent man while hunting graffiti tagger