I did not think about Lenore too much on our vacation, but I did think of her when we came home tonight, she was always waiting at the door, tail in full rotor mode, she always had a gift for me, a sock, towel or one of her stuffed plush toys. For the past eight years, Lenore had her own couch, an old sofa from the first Bedlam Farm I moved into my new study for her.

Lenore always kept me company when I wrote, she would stretch out on the sofa and sleep, sometimes she would curl up. She knew how to make herself comfortable, she liked to stay with me when I wrote, I would look back sometimes and talk to her, and she would wag her tail and most often come over for a lick or pat. I don’t think I ever wrote during those years without her presence on my sofa. Until tonight, when I looked over at her, and she was not there.

So I am thinking of you tonight Lenore, the couch seems very large and empty tonight.  I wanted to thank you for being my writing companion all those good years, I was very lucky to have you.

You were a bright spot, Love Dog, you could light up any space you inhabited.