My sweet Emily left me three years ago tonight.
I'm happy to say that I'm finally starting to remember all the good things instead of that last horrible night. I can finally laugh instead of cry (well, most of the time) when I think of her playing with her monkey, or playing chase with me around the house, or doing a fly-by in the back yard, which was one of her favorite games.
She introduced us to the wonderful world of greyhounds, and for that, I'll be forever grateful.
Wherever you are Em, Momma loves you.