This is where I sit when blogging...and now and then I feel something soft brush my ankle or a paw is placed on my foot and I usually go on with what I am doing.. 
But today I picked up the camera to show you what is constantly under my desk chair if I am in it.
...and this sweet girl doggie taps me. On occassion I will reach down and pick her up, but I more than likely will absent mindedly reach down and bury my hand in her soft gorgeous coat and then go on typing. She went through the death of Frank with me, just as Winnie went through the death of Pat. If you are not a lover of animals, I have to tell you that I don't understand.
Yes, they are a responsibility. Yes, you do have some things you must do for them. But I can tell you this, when my tears wouldn't stop and life went on for others when mine had come to a halt, she got me up in the morning..made me put one foot in front of the other and gave me reason to get through the day. No tears were hidden from her. It hit me that my time with her is limited. Or hers with me. We shall see. I pray that if it is hers with me, that someone reaches down and pats her little head, feeds her a tidbit of toast and lets her sleep at their feet at night. Am I asking too much? Am I? Please God, don't let me be asking too much.
Love to all of you and I hope your St. Patrick's was blessed in some way.
Mona
