Every now and then, I turn around and half-expect to see Lenore behind me in my office, sleeping contentedly on her couch under her own portrait. The portrait is still there, but Lenore is gone and I think of her often, and sometimes get a stab in my heart. I am lucky in dogs, I have had one wonderful dog after another.

Lenore, the Love Dog was very special to me. She always loved to be near me when I wrote and was fond of her own private couch, she slept on it all of her life. When I had given up on the thought of love, she kept love alive for me, until the real thing arrived.

She was the most gracious, loving and companionable of creatures, as Labs can be. Thinking of you Lenore, I believe you did what spirit dogs do, you marked a passage in my life, and them moved on to brighten the life of another human. Thanks for being my dog.