We celebrated Moira's birthday last Friday with 23 minutes of fireworks, marking each minute with a huge golden chrysanthemum burst. Our friends all attended the party, which was actually more of a remembrance than a real party. We exchanged anecdotes of the crazy things Moira would do and how much she loved life. We hugged a lot and cried a lot.
I am managing not to cry as often as before, though some mornings when I wake up and the realization of her being forever gone hits me I can't get out of bed. My favorite memory of Moira is the morning she went riding with wet hair. She came back with her hair looking like a golden puffball and Doome chasing around them in circles when she reached the stable.
I have my own "Doome," now, "Doometoo." He's a wonderful, friendly Golden Labrador who manages to snuffle and lick my face until I stop moping around.
I hope you are all in good health.