As I contemplated which images I’m going to replace Harley’s with, I ran across this in a post. We have done our grieving and are now at the point where we want to get her son Rhubarb a little companion (or two). I was just thinking it’s harder now to look at her photos and I don’t know why, but I think it’s because Dennis and I need to have the joy of little, tiny paws running around the apartment again. I will always love you, Harley, with all my heart and soul. One day I will be able to look back at those photos and not be in pain, but for now, our healing takes a different direction.