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February 13, 2008
I write this weeks after February 13, because that day I was unable to do much more than cry, wail, sob, and otherwise feel like every tear in my body was torn from it. I was wrong, of course, because every day since then more tears have flowed freely from me, sometimes when Iím not even thinking about their cause.

I am, of course, overjoyed for the eight years I had with this most beloved of dogs. He will always be the love of my life. But still, I keep thinking, it was not enough. It will never be enough.