Last night we moved the dining room table so my husband could climb the ladder to hold the ceiling up with duct tape. After cutting strips and attaching about 25 strips we were done. When we moved the big round oak table back in place we saw Lily's favorite squeaky purple ball. Bill picked it up and squeezed it. We both cried hard. "Let's go for a walk anyway," I said. And so we did. We walked over to Saint Germain and said hello, and walked by Poop Alley and through Bouley Field. "Our life has huge holes in it now," I said. "She was perfect, she loved everyone and all dogs. I don't know if I will ever heal the sadness of losing her."
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