Way back in 1986 when my brother and sister died I had to be strong for my parents. That got me thru that, but with terrible survivors guilt.

When Sami, my first very own dog died, I got a notebook and I wrote down all the good, funny things that happened in our 12 years together. Like when she tricked me into taking off my gardening gloves to pet her. She grabbed a glove and raced around the yard, wouldn't give it back. I didn't want to ever forget her.