We moved Emily's ashes from the bottom middle shelf to the corner third shelf because, fourteen months after we lost our princess, we are opening our hearts to another dog.
Lily is five, and was rescued from a kill station where she was dumped by people who used to beat her.
It still hurts. I still cry over our Emily. But this time next week, we'll be able to channel some of that loss into caring for someone who deserves a bit of pampering at long last. It's Emily's last gift.
[ Behind the Collected Peanuts screen, because Emily was like that, a smart, cool, opinionated puppy ]
