I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, whatcha doin’?
Me: Looking at some old photographs.
Stella: Pictures? Pictures of me?
Stella: Then why are you wasting your time looking at them? Look at pictures of me. Better yet, look at me.
Me: These are pictures of someone I knew a long, long time ago. Someone who just passed on.
Stella: Oh. You mean the way Snoopey passed on.
Stella: So you look at pictures to remember.
Me: It helps me.
Stella: I remember without pictures. Humans spend a lot of time on stuff like pictures and boxes.
Me: Yeah, we do. Memories fade though.
Stella: Not if you practice them. Practice remembering every fine thing about your someone who passed on and then remember their good face.
Me: Good face?
Stella: You know. Good face, like when they were having fun, or when they had just finished a big bowl of food or lapped up a bunch of cool water, or just jumped dripping wet out of the puppy pool on a hot day. Of course, Snoopey didn’t do that last one because Snoopey hated water except for the drinking kind. When I remember Snoopey, I remember her hopping up and down at your feet, all excited, bouncing on her front legs. I don’t dwell on her fights with Tiger or, yuck, her long conversations with the cat.
Me: Thank you, Stella. I’ll still keep the old photos though.
Stella: So long as they bring you comfort, Lady Human. And so long as they don’t take your attention away from me.
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