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Happiness is . . .


Romeo and I went to Martinique Beach yesterday. Five kilometers of crescent white sand beach. It was his first visit to the ocean. He enjoyed the waves coming in and out on the shore, the sand, the pebbles, the people, children, other dogs. We both had a happy day.

But I am finding I can, finally, break down into tears when I think of my last dog, Lila, who died far too soon. Having Romeo has opened my emotions. It’s good, I know, but surprising me. The pain of losing Lila was immense. I couldn’t express my feelings then, but thanks to Romeo, I can now. There is nothing like a warm puppy.


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