My dog died. I’ve been sad. This winter has sucked. Brad said that if our first winter in Boulder was like this one, we would have moved to the Bay Area. I’ve been living in my pajamas and eating lots of macaroni and cheese, and hiding out from polite society — not in a Ted Kaczynski way, but in an Emily Dickinson way. I’m sure I’ll come out of hiding when the sun shines again.
Thoughts In Random Patterns 
I still miss my first dog, Alex, a german shepherd great dane mix, who died at 17. Since then I have had many dogs who I love(d) as much and who have brought me incalculable joy. Tomorrow my black and tan coonhound, Garp, turns nine, I can not believe how time appears to be accelerating. My condolences on your loss. There are countless critters out there who need the love and life that you can give them. Do not hesitate to make that next connection, for you can miss and love-a-new concurrently. They are special…
Looking forward to you picking up your posting frequency and perhaps hearing about a new addition to your home…