The Band-Aid Stage (how long does this one last, Caitlin??)

in memory of Little Bo Peep

Last week, the best dog on the earth, super-dog of the universe, my little brown boo bear, my Little Bo Peep, passed away. She had been sick just a few days, and those days were filled with t-bone steaks, early birthday cake, kitty food, tummy rubs, walks along the river, rides in the pick-up, and on her last day, right as winter yielded into spring at noon on the spring equinox, Peep and I were at the river, where she tip-toed into the acequia, her favorite place on earth, swam and splashed a few steps, took a long sip of water, wagged her tail, and left us, quickly, muddily, peacefully, happily. The space left without her at home is without a boundary, and yet she has, and never will, leave us.

Augie's "Hiding Spot" under Peep's bed