I’m thinking of Miss Pearl tonight, my daughter Emma thinks she is fading, she is weary and losing weight. Emma took Pearl to Brooklyn, she was living with me in Hebron. She has had a great life in Brooklyn, Emma took amazing care of her. I was hoping to go visit her this week, but won’t be able to, as it turns out.

She might be around awhile, or might not, but either way, she is on my mind. Pearl was a two-time national champion show dog, she was gentle and sweet and devoted to love and food, not always in that order. She has the sweetest brown eyes of any dog that I know. I’m thinking of her and Emma tonight, they were so close and have loved one another so much. Emma doesn’t share my ideas about spirit dogs, I don’t think, but I believe Pearl is a spirit dog, they come when we need them and go when their work is done. They mark the passages of life.

I believe Pearl waited for Robin to come, she wanted to see her.