I figure this is as good a place as any to share the memories now. After all, this blog is celebrating TY. I ate a popsicle last night. I did not have to put the stick in a covered trash can 🙁 I had to have trash cans with lids in all my rooms. Tissues, q tips, candy wrappers, Ty loved them all. I would throw something in only to watch him dig it out. He then figured out how to flip open the lids. I always had to go retrieve my popsicle sticks from his mouth. My stick was still in the trash this morning. I was thinking today how big of a hole is here now with him gone. There is not a room that does not have a memory of his presence. This was his home and he LIVED here. He was allowed on the furniture and he begged at the table. Bad manners, maybe, but I think he enjoyed life. I used to say that there is no bad day when you are a Lab. He was so happy. I think I will start trying to be more Lab. The other thing that he ate was an entire tree of cheap glass Christmas ornaments. We used to have a weekend house that was in the middle of nowhere. I had put up a tree and used Dollar General balls. This was his first Christmas and I suppose they looked good. We were miles from a vet. He never even got sick. I am not sure he actually managed to swallow any, but rather just crushed them up. His tail could clear off the bottom of a Christmas tree in a heartbeat. Swish, splat, splat! When guests came, I tried to stand between his tail and the tree. I miss his big thumping tail. I could hear it as soon as I walked in the door. I called it happy tail syndrome. I am surprised that he never broke it as hard as he would thump it against things. I even miss his over enthusiastic greetings. If he was outside, he would jump up and throw his entire body sideways against me. He had enough strength to knock me over if I wasn’t prepared. I know, I know, bad manners. He was just always so happy to see his people come home. He was a precious soul and I miss him every minute. My life was made infinitely better because he was a part of it.