One of my best friends lost one of her best friends this week. Sydney was a 13-year-old mixed-breed bundle of love and was my friend's "soul dog." If you've ever had one of your own, you know what I mean. I can't say I know exactly how she feels, but unfortunately, I have an idea.
When we lose a loved one, the difficult part is trying to learn how to function without them. The relationship is so ingrained in our daily habits, we have to train ourselves to learn new behaviors without the loved one around.
Emotions are running high in the wake of yet another shooting of a family dog by a police officer. This time it happened in the small town of Filer, Idaho. It's not the first time such a thing has happened, and unless something changes, it surely won't be the last.
Bernie's cancer went into remission, and he survived to meet my daughter. Then, amazingly, he held on to his remission to meet my son 20 months later. But living that long wasn't easy on him, and it took its toll on us, too.