I keep coming back to the Rainbow Bridge poem and how much it makes me feel better about everything.  Rollie wasn't just my dog, she was my sister.  When I would come home to my parents house every weekend, they knew I was there before I even got out of my car, because she would know and take off, running for the front door.  She would wait impatiently wiggling her body, just exploding with excitement that I would be coming through that door any moment.  That's what I know will happen when I meet with her and we cross that Rainbow Bridge together.  I'll see you soon baby girl.