Today marks three years since Murdock departed. Three years since he put his tired head in my lap under the

Another birthday for my boy. It’s the third one I will celebrate without the guest of honor. Sometimes it’s hard

As I write this, there is a dog patrolling my yard – at 100 miles an hour – wearing a

Last week, I did a hard thing. I did not foresee that I would still be doing new, hard things

I miss Murdock. Every day, every hour, I miss my boy. But . . . I miss me, too. I

You may have noticed that there is a word I almost never write. A word for which I have developed

Several years ago, I adopted the word “melancholy” to describe my holiday cheer, or lack thereof. At that time, I

You can’t just pick any squeaky toy. There is a high level of quality control that’s required – every pet

I have a confession to make. I have not been honest. This realization struck me recently as I re-read some

Two years. Two years since the love of my life ate some homemade treats, fell asleep in my lap, and