My beautiful Tova would have turned 18 this November. She was my perpetually smiling, white, fluffy, 12-pound American Eskimo. She died in her sleep last September while I was away in Europe. I was not able to spend the week with her before she died and I was not able to say goodbye.
I have a strange Alameda story to tell. I live in Washington State. Not the “wet” side of the state, but North Central Washington, east of the Cascade Mountains. Lots of sun in the summer, snow in winter, and not many people. The Methow Valley (no “th” — pronounced “met-how”)
Now that the New Year has begun and we have made resolutions we may or may not keep, filled in the new calendar pages and look forward to what we can do to make this world a better place, I would like to share with you a simple act of blessing that we experienced this holiday season.