I thank you.
Much has happened since we set Taffy free from that prison her tired old body had become- we went to Animal Control, and got a puppy to fill those empty silent spaces-- my wife's Mom died, and we were the only ones who cared to take her very old, very fat, and very neurotic dog... so we seem to be awash in dogdom.
And still, sometimes when I pull up to the gates, I expect to see my old white wolf, standing there waiting so happily and patiently for me...
I have a recurring dream- I'm driving an old Cadillac convertible, and it's full of all the dogs and cats and birds I ever had, and we drive through every place I've ever been, trying to get home.
We pass through every city and town and place and space I've ever seen, the ruins of New Orleans after Katrina- and just when it seems like we'll never find home again, we see it...
...and the dream ends... always.
Let's hope "we all find our way home again."