A year on . . .

Today is  a cold day, and I dug up a pair of old woolen mittens. When I put them on I noticed a hole in them. A little bite mark. It reminded me of how Tess  loved to pinch my mittens to play with.
The memory of my beautiful Tess is as vivid as ever,  in my mind's eye I see her everywhere, and I miss her so much.  Life has continued, but it has been difficult. We have taken it one day at the time, hoping that time would eventually numb the pain.  Our consolation is that Tess had a good and happy life, she enjoyed it to the full, and  she gave us so much joy.  The days with Tess were happy days.