This morning I told Dasher he was the best dog in the world after he had posed cute for a picture. After I said it I felt sad and a little guilty. I rephrased it and said in this world. This afternoon I was telling a friend about it and burst into tears. I miss you so much. The other morning when I got home from work, Dasher was laying just like you used to do, with his paw on the ledge and his head resting on it, looking out the window. Did you tell him that? He's also started "popping wheelies" at the front door when I'm getting ready to take him to potty. I'd like to think they're signs from you. As I lie here in bed with Dasher's head resting on my hip, tears fall for you. Thank you for sending him to me. He's such a sweet dog. He's a cuddlebug and makes it known he's glad I'm his mama now. Till we meet again, dear dog.....