When we lived in CA, my mother bought me a dog. I named her Ptarmigan Jangles, Tarmi for short. She was one of my favorites of all the dogs I had; actually my second favorite. I took her everywhere I could. We were always together. When Larry and I got married she came with us. One day, after months of struggling with the decision, we finally decided that it would be best if we put her down. It was the hardest decision I ever made, and the first time I had to make that decision for one of my pets.
Shortly after we lost her, I was visiting my mother and looked out the kitchen screen door. There she was, clear as day, peering in at me. I looked away and looked back and she was still there. For several months thereafter, every time I went to my mother’s, she would be standing at the screen door looking at me. It brought me great comfort to know that she was still with me.
Thank you, Munch, for your submission.