Shortly after Lucy died, my friend Teri gave me a rosebush called "Angel Face." David planted it in our garden for me and it is a wonderful way for me to have a daily remembrance of my dog.
At first I thought it was silly to cry so much over a dog, but then my friend Maggie reminded me that it doesn’t matter the species, it was a relationship. I’ve come to realize she’s right. Relationships come in all shapes and sizes. When I think about the front row of my life and who is sitting in the center seats I smile, knowing Lucy is in one of them, wagging her tail and cheering me on.