Lacey will always be the dog of my heart. I still see her walking with such dignity across the back yard, and I see her tail sticking up out of the snow when she's digging up a mole. I imagine seeing her the day Chuck met her, how she ran across the street and onto a snowbank, and would not come down. I remember birthdays with her first family, cutting an Alpo and dogbone cake in the park at Brown's River in Richmond. I remember it all, and hold it all present, in my heart now.