I've been working outside the past several days. The weather has been beautiful, though a bit warm for Illinois in March. I've had plenty of weeding and cleanup in all the flower beds. I'm not done by any means, but I have a great start for this early in the spring. The down-side has been the loneliness. This is the first spring in the eight years we have lived here that Stinky WInk hasn't been out there helping me. Every time I come around the house, I look for him to be lying in one of his favorite spots. But then my eyes are drawn to the mound of his grave and the vase of daffodils I put there Monday. Hopefully I will get it completed soon, when the settling has finished, and then it will look glorious, surrounded by all those irises. I miss you so much, Winker, but I'm okay. You had a good full life until the end and, even then you and I both did all we could, but we both knew it was better to let your suffering be over. You had to tell me that was best...and what you wanted. I love you, my besses puppo.