Why We Love Them

When my husband died in a climbing accident I had Alex, an 8 month old Airedale. She was fantastic for me, getting me going in the morning, making me laugh, just cuddling with me at night.

Same thing with Sage and Annie right now. Annie, the class clown, has a million antics up her sleeve. She's been pulling out the stops. And Sage, well, she just stares at me with her wise eyes, piercing through to where it hurts.

Thank God they are here with me.

Murphy's day.