Writer's Cramp

I was just watching a movie on my computer. It's a long one and I stopped half way through it because it's late and I need to go to bed.

Win7 has this desktop background that cycles through your photos. When I exited the DVD player, there was a picture of Valsora in the back yard chewing on a deflated soccer ball he'd caught and killed. He was such a good dog. The tears just started running down my cheeks. He died July 5th, the day we got home from Italy. I've been wanting to go back ever since.

We've got two beautiful girls now, but they are a new joy in our lives. They don't replace Val. I still miss him.