11/24 I tried to walk with your nephew's dog (my daughter's dog), Oso, but it wasn't the same, and I haven't been able to take another walk. Your ashes, nose, and paw prints are ready to be picked up, but it hurts too much to think about it. One day, I will be able to look at them, and maybe it won't hurt so much. I do look at your pictures daily, and they hurt but also bring joy at the memories. Your human niece ( my granddaughter, Willow) had a dream about you and couldn't go back to sleep because she missed you so much. We shared looking at pictures of you, and she drew some of you and you with Baron, who is there at the Rainbow Bridge with you. She drew a picture of you putting your mouth in Baron's when he yawns. Silly boy. We shared about how you loved eating popcorn, and Baron would eat one piece at a time without showing enjoyment, but because you loved it, he thought it must taste good. It brought back memories of walking in the desert with both of you. He wasn't good about coming back when called, but you heard your name and cookies and came running. That was why he usually had to stay on the leash, and you could run except when it was early in the morning and the coyotes were out. I would grab pockets of big rocks, ready to scare them away if they came close. I love seeing your eyes in the eyes of Cooper, but while he likes me it is not like walking in the door and being greeted by you. It is hard to walk it.