Whether it’s pregnancy hormones or what, I don’t know, but for whatever reason I saw some photos from a year ago – our second wedding reception at my parents’ house. (We had two – one here in the U.S., then a year later when I could travel outside the States we had a party in Canada for all my relatives.) So anyways, I’m going through photos and I run across this one from that day:

… and I just started crying. :cry:

One of THE BEST parts of that second party was that my dog got to attend. I got her when I was only 12 years old and I raised her, I babied her, I taught her. For her to attend my wedding reception was SO IMPORTANT to me no one will ever understand. That photo is framed and mounted on the wall above my desk.

And no the dog’s not passed on! She’s still alive and well, living with my parents. (She’s my dad’s dog too… even though she’ll always be my baby. He “fought” me for custody, heh.) But I still miss her.