I'm sad for Maureen today. She had to put her sweet old dog Ally down this week--Ally who was never more than three feet from Maureen in the house, sleeping at the foot of the bed, clicking her toenails against the wood floors, head in Maureen's lap for movies. Ally was ninety-something in dog years.

Photos:
1. Sadly, I don't have a picture of Ally. This is as close as I've got for now.
2. Maureen and me after Portland Marathon in '04.