i smile, mostly, when i speak of you. eileen tells me she has dreamed of you; you're running fast and happy in fields with purple and golden flowers at the edge of the meadow, i never told a human about that day, that perfect fall day so long ago, did you have that day again as you slipped away? i took peanut for a walk today, she dances when i pick up the leash. you and duke don't need a leash. i miss you and how can it already be six months? love your humom