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So, a few friends were visiting the bakery the other day and I was showing the young daughter around (I was sneaking her some pretzel M&M’s, but that stays between us). On the wall near the ingredients, I have a photo of Yeni holding our bear, me doing something, and Forrest (on my computer monitor– he’s my desktop). She asked me about the picture.

I told her, “That picture is everything I love.”

She looked at me, thought, and asked, “isn’t your dog dead?”

Sometimes the answers come to me quickly. This was one of those times.

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I stopped loving him.”