I've been more or less in hiding. Not really wanting to talk to anyone. Just wanting to be left with my memories. My dear love, Lurchie is so heart broken. His tears tear at my heart. He didn't want pets. "What are we going to do with a dog?" He opened he door tonight as he came in from work as usual and started crying yet again. Bright eyes, smiling face and nubbytail all over the place was not in her usual place to greet him. Always asking what more could he have done to save her,nothing Lurchie. I hear her shifting in her spot by door. On the edge of sleep it's the tippy,tippy, tippy of her nails across the kitchen floor. Always waiting for the bark that does not come. Can't go anywhere without people asking, "Where's Spook?" Tears flow, again, and again. How do you mend this broken heart? I have trouble breathing. I don't eat. I don't sleep. I keep looking for her as I head out the door. Flip the seat forward in the truck to let her in. All actions done a thousand times. Not needing to be done anymore. We want someone in our life. A ball of speckled blue fur, big bat-ears and a silly smile. If she is waiting, is it too soon to go get her? Her the one that needs US as much as we NEED HER? Or do we wait, Wait for another one to come along that isn't quiet the right one to heal our ache. Do I wait? or try to bring her home?