||The other love of my life.
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
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.