I am certain that things are better on this side of the door--the healing side. Will I always stay on this side? Probably not. But I know it's here and I know how to get here. I'm sure I'll make trips back and forth through the door--at least for quite a while. I still tear-up when I think about Stinky Wink and how awfully quiet this house is during the day. He was such a wonderful friend and companion. The statue for his grave came yesterday. I have seen him sit that way so many, many times--as I know all Corgi parents have. When the weather finally settles, I will finish the work on his grave and put the statue on it, along with the grave-stone our son made. By then the irises will be blooming, and I will post a picture. Here is a picture of the statue. My besses puppo, the house is quiet, but my heart is filled with the memories of our walks, our playtime, and our quiet time together.