sometimes I do think of calling or writing the Ex with an angry tirade -- but as one of my friends has said -- he doesn't deserve to know how much he hurt me. I had my say 4 years ago -- and I was more cussed to him than I've ever been to any person in my life -- thanks to working with a therapist, I finally believed that I had as much right as any person on earth to express how I felt to this man who had made so made promises that were lies in his mouth when the going got tough.

Yes, Perna, I had a very similar experience to yours taming my little feral dog. She was very ill when I found her. She wanted attention desperately -- but so desperately that she could not hold her body still for it. So wrhen she was sleeping, I would lie next to her and feel her heart next to mine and croon promises to her about love, and my promises to her. I called her "the dog of my heart" because of this strong heart connection to her.

I would not have placed her in another home, but she had already injured her teeth, breaking off both canines with the excessive storm neurosis.

Last night, I dreamed she was alive and we were playing, but then she morphed into a dog that only looked a bit like her.