On January 20, 2009, about 3 PM, I was sitting at the Breakfast Table, drinking a cup of Coffee. Yea, that's a little late in the day for Coffee for me, but, during winter, I do that.

As I looked across the lawn, having sprinkled some seed out for the Jay's and corn for the Squirrels, I saw absolutely the cutest little tan and black furball I had ever seen, running across the lawn toward a Squirrel. The little guy was bounding over the longer grass, which we leave long during the winter months, and by the time he got to where the Squirrel was, it was long gone.

It had been over ten years, since I lost my last dog to Parvo. Suffering so much from that, I professed that I would NEVER have another, dreading the eventually of dealing with the grief, from another loss.
That grief remains still.

But, when I saw him turn and look over at me, it was love at first sight, and it wasn't just me, thinking like that.

As the time has passed, that love has turned to adoration, and when I look down, and see him looking up at me, I really believe he knows that.