She's everywhere

I finally broke down today and decided to vacuum.

I haven't done that since Chaser died. Seems silly, but I knew it would be the last time we'd see her golden fur scattered on the rugs. After spending the past 7 years vacuuming 5-6 times a week - and successfully burning up three vacuums - going two weeks between jobs was some kind of major house-slob record.

Just as I was getting started, I discovered three tennis balls under the couch. Chaser had stuffed them there for a rainy day.

It made me smile...so I left them. Even though she won't be back to claim them, they'll be waiting for her successor some day.