Pasha went from being a poop-generating, palm-sized ball of fuzz with a wet tongue attached to it, to a compassionate, intelligent adult companion, to my spirit guide. It's rare that a night goes by without her presence making at least a cameo appearance in one of my dreams. It's so natural to have her there that sometimes I don't even realize it.

Pasha left the physical plane more than seven years ago, after thirteen wonderful years as a significant part of my life, Carol's life, and the lives of so many others she touched.

I miss her so much.

Oh jeez.

What a ham.