. . . has gone to doggie heaven. and it’s hard to not feel like a murderer, even though she was in pain and it was definitely her time to go . . .

 harder still to explain to those who don’t know the whole story how this is about so much more than the dog . . . but I will need to save up some emotional energy before pursuing that topic . . . for now, let’s say that I’m grateful (and sometimes amazed) that my brother is still alive, and I am struggling all over again with walking in forgiveness towards my parents . . .

she’s giving me “that look”–this was Angel’s last day (3.19.07). I try to tell myself that she looks like she was in pain . . .