Willow is missed so badly. She is gone now but at the same time she is still here. She is in the sound of the squirrels she loved to chase, she is in the fur you still collect in the vacuum, she is still with you when you walk, she is looking out of the window when you come home with the shopping. Every time I start the snowblower or the lawnmower I hear her barking. She is part of me.