Invisible Dog

I miss Honey and it seems to really hit me hard when I first wake up in the morning. So I stand in the backyard for a moment and breathe the fresh air like I would normally do with her. I am taking myself out for the same ritual of neighborhood dog walks and that feels right. I fear I will never find dog love again, but I know that is a ridiculous thought. I suspect it's just part of the grieving and my winter head. So, for now I am walking my invisible dog.

I am so thrilled Obama is our new president. His speeches bring tears to my eyes and inspiration and hope back into my heart. I feel like we are experiencing a long
awaited miracle.