It seems a long time ago that I first saw Izzy running on his farm, waiting, I think, for me. I wonder what took me so long. Now, when I go up to my office to write, he comes up and lies in the sun, keeping watch on me, content. Tomorrow we will do some hospice work, but today we tended to home and business. Izzy is one of the many good things in my life, and I have learned to count them up each day, and it is a worthwhile thing to do.