I hate having to use the past tense. I hate goodbyes. I've had to say too many of them lately. It seems like this past year has been one loss after another. Maybe that's the sort of thing that can happen as you get older. Or maybe this year has simply been more difficult than most. I just hope it gets better from here. I'm not sure whether or not I believe in Heaven, but if there is one, I hope that there are lots of treats, critters to chase and scrunchies to steal. I hope there are lots of belly rubs. I hope she can give a kiss to Carl and to my grandparents. And I hope she knows how much we love her.