Dear Jack, A year ago today we celebrated your 8th birthday, but you were not feeling well. A year ago tomorrow, you crossed the Rainbow Bridge and our hearts were broken. We still miss you … the click-click-click of your feet on the floor. Your giant bark that let us know we were not keeping up our part of the household agreement. We even miss the trail of water your beard left on the floor after you got a drink. And … you are still here in so many ways. When your Book of Bl

What is this age thing? Numbers signifying time. Judgments from society, from my "committee" About the meaning of each new year?...