shamelessly stolen from Lexi's thread...
"When you look up at the sky at night, since I'll be living on one of them, since I'll be laughing on one of them, for you, it'll be as if all the stars are laughing. You'll have stars that can laugh!
"And when you're consoled (everyone is eventually consoled), you'll be glad you've known me. You'll always be my friend. You'll feel like laughing with me. And you'll open your windows sometimes just for the fun of it... And your friends will be amazed to see you laughing while you're looking up at the sky. Then you'll tell them, 'Yes, it's the stars. They always make me laugh!"
While I take the time to honor her memory, and while the honoring of her memory brings tears, I'm not sad. I had the perfect first greyhound, and I had her in my life for 4 1/2 years. That's twice as long as some say it should have been, depending on how long you think their lifespan is (I say 12-14, others say 10-12).
The tears indicate the depth of my love. The heart-pain is healed, and has been for awhile. Thinking of her brings fond smiles, not pain.