This is a really tough week for my wife and I. Yesterday marks three months since we lost our little Becca girl. I guess I've gotten used to her not being here anymore. I don't expect to see her greeting me at the door when I come home, and for the most part it doesn't cross my mind that she isn't on the couch when I enter the living room. I still can picture her everywhere, but at least the grief isn't constantly kicking me in the gut. This week is different though. This is her week. Tommorrow would be her b-day (actually it is her adoption day). Two years since we got her. Last year at this time we celebrated how far our little beagle had come. When we got she old, scared, and abused. After having her for a year she turned into the happy dog she desrved to be. It is very difficult now to think we should be doing that tommorrow. Instead we will be mourning over losing her. Becca Girl we miss you.