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.

We’re celebrating Lucy’s second ‘adoptiversary’ in our furry home
As world spirals toward chaos,
Evil media bias? It depends on which lens you’re looking through that day
Science or bias? What if there’s no proof that eating fat will kill you?
Love is best thing to happen to us
Quit using the word ‘masculinity’
Obama’s new ‘AttackWatch.com’ website smells like political fear
Sane people change systems with ideas, not by murdering people
If elections could bring freedom, voting would have been outlawed