Last night I went to a birthday party for my friend Barb's dog. Megan turned 15 yesterday, and as one of her biggest fans, I wanted to be part of the celebration. When I got there, I was okay but the longer I stayed the sadder I became. Megan was sitting up, begging the way Al used to. I tried so hard to remove myself emotionally but in the end I couldn't. I left after about 20 minutes and didn't even make it out of Barb's yard before I started crying. Stopped at Boston Market to pick up dinner, the clerk was clearly uncomfortable with my puffy face and got me out of there quickly.

At home, I wasn't done crying and spent much of the evening with a blanket of Gus, Rainie, Zeus and Scooter on the couch as Rainie licked my tears. Someday I may get over this loss but as of right now, I don't see how. I miss Alice so much.