That girl has been on my mind.  There are these glimpses I get of her, things that remind me so powerfully.  It is heartbreaking to me.  When I remember her I try so hard to think of her when she was healthy and I was able to be the dog owner I wished to be.  I regret how awfully angry I would get at her.  Becoming a mom was so life changing and I wish I could have known how to juggle it all.  I just couldn’t.  How it all ended will be a deep regret of mine for a long, long time.  I get that she was old and becoming unable to function.  I want to be a kind person not one that rages over another mess to clean up.  She was a good dog.  I was a poor owner, at least in the end.