It takes a while to get used to breaking the last piece of toast crust into two bits to share, rather than three..... I am still looking for Sophie to follow the boys to the door when we come home, and am still thinking I need to whisk her outside every few hours, and am still looking for her on the floor in the hallway when I get up at night (she was pretty much wood-floor color -- easy to run into in the dark, unless you were really careful).
She was an indefatigable retriever. It's nice to imagine she has found someone with a tireless arm to throw a tennis ball for her, forever. Good girl, Soph.
The Toledo Zoo has wonderful plantings as well as good habitat for its critters. The sun was bright when we were there -- hard to take un-washed-out pics. I stood so my shadow was over this rose.

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I'm so sorry for your loss. I can see she was well loved.
Thank you so much for your comment about Gram. It really helped me to hear/read your words and know that someone else understood some of the feelings I've been struggling with.
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