I'm trying so hard to get back to normal. It seems that I have one good day and one bad day. It's been so hard to blog this week. I just hate going back to the house right now. Slate had such a big spirit that the house just feels so empty. Even the rest of the dogs are acting weird. They just know. Even though Slate was a little dog, it has taken us most of the week to get his little grave ready. The drought sure has made the ground hard. We're supposed to pick him up this afternoon, and I'm dreading it. We decided to wait until today, so we'd have his place ready. My good friend, Elaine, bought me a beautiful stone to mark the spot, and I have his little backyard stepping stone, with his name, that I made years ago. My brother has LOTS of marigold seeds that he's going to plant on top, and they will come back every year. Hopefully, afterwards, I can begin to move on a little bit.