Hi, Lucy --
I've been thinking about you lately, and though it doesn't feel as bad as it used to, the tears still spring to my eyes sometimes. Anyway, it's been a long snowy cloudy winter here in Michigan this year, with more snow in February than we've had in a long time. Remember how you used to love to play in the snow? You were just a little black ball of poodle/terrier fur in the big white drifts. You would have loved it this year.
But I'm ready for spring. I just wish we could have more sunny days, then maybe I wouldn't get so tired and melancholy and ready to think sad thoughts.
You already know Dan lives in California now near Los Angeles, and right now, that would suit me a whole lot better. I know you know he's there, because that's where your spirit showed itself to me, when I was out visiting him last year. That made such a huge impression on me, Lucy -- I'm as sane as they come, and I know without doubt that my heart's eye saw you. You and that other dog. I can still see that other dog that was with you. I wish I could put it into words better, but I know you were there.
Oh well. Hope it's a lot sunnier-looking where you are right now!
I love you, sweetheart. Don't forget me. I never forget you.
-- Michelle