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.

I’m not sure what’s left to say about politics, so here’s a picture of a cat
Conflict pushes inner buttons to make me feel like child in trouble
Smallest ray of hope can make us feel a change we need is coming
No one will really notice except me, but a good friend of mine is dying
Lesson for McCain’s ’08 voters: The lesser of two evils is still evil
If Ron Paul was ‘our last hope,’ what’s your backup plan now?
Can you spot the change in this video? Most can’t — and most don’t notice the world changing, either
Brush with high-speed blowout leaves me thinking about death
Faith and fear collide where dreams and reality come together