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.