Today, I am me.
Tomorrow, I will be me.

Today, I got to see my Mommy.
Tomorrow, I will get to go to work.

Today, I bought 2 pairs of shoes.
Tomorow, I will be wearing new shoes.

Today, I realized I have to pay rent soon.
Tomorrow, I will.

Today, I am tired.
Tomorrow, I am sure I will be, too.

Today, I saw my other car again.
Tomorrow, I will remember seeing my other car, and miss it, again. Already. Still.

Today, in Edmonton, a man (pedestrian) was hit by a car and has serious injuries.
Tomorrow, he will find out it was a drunk driver.

Today, his dog was killed in the same accident.
Tomorow, I will still be praying that he recover, and find peace that his dog is safe now.

Today, some friends at work were discussing a comic's opinion that his (the comic's) dog committed suicide.
Tomorrow, the subject will still be a little bit fresh, as I cannot even to begin to think of that as funny.

Today, I wondered why Pookie had to go.
Tomorrow, I will again feel assured that she is not dead, just waiting for us to take her for walks on the other side.

Today, I will inform others that I do not believe in hell.
Tomorrow, some will still laugh as I try to explain to them my beliefs.
Today and Tomorrow, I will not care if they laugh.

Today, I am tired.
Tomorrow, I will still be tired, and will attempt to get to the gym.

Sigh, I miss Pookie. A lot. March 10, 2004.

I wish I could see her again, hint hint Pookie, come visit me. Give me a sign that you remember me and miss me, too.

She probably has no time to remember me, what with all of her running through fields, and chasing squirrels, and chewing rawhide, and cuddling up to all sorts of people, and getting belly rubs.

I wish I could be there to do it, sort of. Or that she could be here.

I know I will see her again.

She was such a good dog.

I can still picture her, running, playing. Her polite way to ask permission to jump up on the couch. She was always allowed, but if we were sitting somewhere, she would make sure we were sure we wanted her there. And we always did.

I am so glad I got to have her, and share her with everyone else. I know she was the family's dog, more human than dog, but I still felt like I had a special connection with her. She was definitely Dad's dog, and Mom's dog. Not really shared, but at the same time, both. I just loved that she always loved me. No matter what. As I still do her.

I love you, Boo.

I will see you again.

UNtil then, be good.

Love, me.