I've wrote about her here and here and here. I've been known to cry in parking lots over encounters with look-a-like dogs, including one that actually lives in our old neighborhood. I think I frightened her owner when I ran over to the two of them exclaiming, "Oh my god, that is Holly reincarnated!" (The dog didn't mind the affectionate belly rubs, though).
Clearly, I'm not over losing Holly, even now, two years later. My eyes still well up with tears at the mention of her name and I often send Jon links to shelter dogs with any trace of husky or german shephard in their blood in the hope of finding another Holly.
The truth is, though, there will never be another Holly. There will never be another stubborn, blue eyed/brown eyed, bird catching, spaghetti loving, brave (except when it came to thunderstorms), good natured, yellow squeaky ball chasing hound quite like her.
I think I'll forever miss her.
"I have sometimes thought of the final cause of dogs having such short lives and I am quite satisfied it is in compassion to the human race; for if we suffer so much in losing a dog after an acquaintance of ten or twelve years, what would it be if they were to live double that time?"
-Sir Walter Scott-