Millie is affixed to my hip - almost

Little Millie has not left my side today.  She misses Heinze too and we'refinding comfort in each other right now. She is still playing with anything that she can find - water bottles - tree branches - old socks - she tosses them in the air and then runs and caches them but she needs to bring them right back to my side so she can feel safe I think. I didn't realize it before - but Millie is the snorer here.  I thought Heinze was justshowing his age - older men tend to snore - and all the time itwas the adorable little addition to my family - little Millie. I came up to bed a little earlier and she's sleeping next to me on the floor.  I thought someone was trying to start their car outside my window - or something like that which would cause a low grinding noise - but nope - it's Millie.   She cracks me up.  She can sense when I get sad.  When I get a little teary - she comes over - and I'll be darned if she doesn't know to lick my nose and wag her tail.  She is really climbing into my heart. A friend reminded me of the time when I wasn't sure I could keep Millie - and I am so glad I did. This would not be doable without her - I don't think I could have handled the loss of Heinze without little Millie being here - she is definitely helping me heal. And best of all is that Heinze is out of his misery.  He is in a field somewhere close - making sure we are safe - at least that is how it feels right now. I'm remembering all of the good times with Heinze - he had a great sense of humor.  He lovedto race out the front door and watch me chase him.  He'd stop at the corner of two streets and when he saw me rounding the corner - he'd practically jump straight up with joy and run off seemingly laughing.  He loved that game.  I had a little white convertible and Heinze would position his back feet on the seat next to me and plant his front paws on the top of the windshield when we drove down Manhattan Avenue - his head above the windshield - again surveying his surroundings. It was a riot. We both had good times together - and he did have a good life with me. I didn't always cut his nails as short as I should have - he hated having that done.  He was also very afraid of water - I'm not sure why - but that made bathing him difficult - I had to practically drag him into the shower and he shook the whole time. But I did my best and he did too.  We were good together and I will never forget my dog Heinze. Thank you so much for being here.