White Dog sat with me on the chair. "Why are you crying, momma?" she asked. We were surveying the results of moving the portraits of Quinn, Nuka and Oso to the wall we had opened up for them in the office. Now the fireplace held portraits of Taiko, Bella, and Sachi as well as YoYoMa and Puff.
I put my arm around The Little White Dog of My Heart. "I can't even begin to explain so you would understand."