It is, I am sure, a given that if you are reading this article and this newsletter, that you share my passion for animals and in particular for dogs (and in particular in particular, for Yorkshire Terriers). I would like to dedicate this month's Editor's Message, to the sacredness of the bond between dog and owner. There is nothing like it, as far as I am concerned. My boys and I are about as close as any relationship that I can imagine. Each one of them - and I speak not only for my current pack, but in members of the Gedro pack over the ages-has a distinct personality, disposition, and set of quirks and gifts. Buzzy has become the sage, the consummate alpha, the one from whom the others take direction. Nicholas is the most demonstrably affectionate, the one whose head seems to always find itself in perfect position for me to pet. Leaky is the clever, mischievous guy who seems to be a step ahead of me in many ways. As I reflect about the bonds that I have with mine, and I consider you, thinking about your own dogs as you read this article, I am filled with love and with joy and gratitude.

On June 24, this summer, my niece, Sarena Carroll, passed away. It has been a very difficult time in many ways, particularly (of course) for her mother, my sister Ellen. On June 29, a Saturday, we memorialized Sarena at Ellen and Randy's (my brother in law) home in Great Falls, Virginia from early afternoon into the night.  It was a lovely memorial, filled with pictures, people, and music.  As I sat out in the backyard, connecting with friends and relatives, I was struck by a griever. His sadness was all over his face, his breathing heavy as if he were exhausted from crying, and it was clear he was heartbroken. The "person" to whom I refer is not a person at all, but rather, a Retriever mix named Cody. Cody, an approximately 10 year old male, was Sarena's close companion. He was just as much a part of the memorial as I was, or as Ellen was, or as any other mourner was.

Cody's grief is as real as any grief there is. I know the grief in the direction of my losing one of my own Yorkies.  For the first time, I witnessed grief in the other direction-of a dog losing his human.  It broke my heart right down the middle.  I am certain that you understand.

Grief knows no species. It is common for us all.

Each day on this earth, for each of us, is a gift.  Each loving bond sacred.

Please enjoy this month's Newsletter.