Sweet, sweet St. Casserole....

Love my St. Casserole. Mean it. I just recently got a reminder of how much and why.

When I returned from Church Nerd South Central (Jurisdiction, that is), what was waiting for me but an envelope from the Animal Adoption Society. The letter inside began:

Dear The Typist and The Alpha,
St. Casserole has made a memorial donation to the Animal Adoption Society, Inc. in memory of your dog Cub.

And, in the next paragraph, something special I didn't notice until re-reading it this evening:
"Each animal is prayed/neutered..."

They really are quite a lovely organization, aren't they? I mean, if I were being neutered, I'd want to be prayed, too.... sorry, couldn't resist (I am an English major after all, Rach).

Seriously, I do very much appreciate St. Cass and the volunteer organization to which she donated in my sweet girl's memory. We were out walking The Boy this evening and I noticed I felt out of place. The Alpha had the leash, which is normal, but I was on the wrong side of him. I walked half a block feeling funny until I realized and shifted my position to his left. At that point he said exactly what I was thinking: that I would've been in that spot all along if Cub had been there. She always, always walked to The Boy's left, with me holding her leash.

Three months, and we still miss her. There's a hole in our formation, and we aren't eager to fill it. We'd rather have the hole right now, thanks.

It helps very much to have friends like St. Casserole with us, acknowledging that yes, there's still a hole, and there's going to be one.