It was 100 days ago today that my whole world seemed to be trembling in the pre-throes of collapse and I was granted that wish that so many of us ask for and don't receive. More time.  Brittany had been diagnosed with a tumor in her spleen.  Her prognosis was dim, but there was still hope, and I clung to that hope like that drowning man at sea clings to the rope thrown to him from a boat.  My rope was that invisible but steel strong thread of friendship and that tiny, flickering, ember of hope.  One hundred days ago Britty went into surgery and I wasn't sure she was coming out. But she did, and 10 days later the word benign was the most beautiful word in my world.  

One hundred days ago I made a promise to myself that if Britty came through her surgery, no matter how much time I was given I would not take one moment of it for granted.  And I don't believe I have.  Today, 100 days later, Britty is doing well.  She is happy, healthy, bossy, and spoiled rotten.  And whatever tomorrow brings I am grateful for these past 100 days.  

For in 100 days I have stored 1000 memories.  Beautiful, funny, happy, irreplaceable memories.  Let's see, there is the one with Brit jumping out of the RV on the way to Kanab trying to prove that greyhounds can fly!  That short little moment just this morning when her tongue hung out of her mouth sideways like Thumper's used to, that one touched my heart and for a moment brought life back to one who had been before. And reminded me that the circle does come full around.  Then there are those funny little memories that make me chuckle.  Just the other day for instance, I was bottle feeding a little 4 day old puppy and Britty was curious and it was cold so I let it snuggle up against her belly (there is no better heat then an old mama dog's heat).   She looked at the puppy,  licked it, looked at her butt, and looked at me with an inquisitive look as if asking "Where did it come from?" And the look of relief on her face when I took it away was priceless!