Yesterday it began to snow early in the morning.  I went outside and noticed Bonnie’s pawprints in the yard from her many trips outside.  They were slowly filling with snow and soon would be unrecognizable.  By the end of the day it was if she had never been there.   Like foot prints on the ocean beach, nature has earased evidence of Bonnie.  But she was real, just look at the newly torn hole in my already patched together heart.