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.

When we sell Jesus like soap, maybe we’re spiritually bankrupt
What kind of sick society names Obama, Clinton its most admired?
When voters insist on lies, politicians follow their incentives and lie
Life is too short to hide the love you would regret hiding at death
If parents excuse cheating, what should we expect from their kids?
Facebook leads to marriage for couple whose love never died
There’s little unity to be found in our supposedly United States
Taking risks, working for big goals can create success, joy, exhilaration
What if biggest risk to our lives comes from our own unhappiness?