New Year

I don't usually find a new year cause for celebration, but I have to say I'm not sorry to see the last year gone. My father died in July, and at the end of December my sister and her husband had to put their dog, Missy, to sleep. That might not seem like such a big deal when compared with my father's death, but I loved that dog like it was my own, and because I'm still trying to deal with the death of my father Missy's death is that much harder. If Missy had been a human, she would have been one of those people that I would have wanted to dislike but couldn't. She was pretty, happy most of the time, and liked by almost everyone. She always looked forward to my visits because I would take her outside for a walk or to play with her toys. Her favorite toys were her soccer and basketballs. She was a good soccer player as long as she had one ball in her mother. Otherwise she would cheat and grab the ball.