Liam misses Macy. I know it because he never walks past her little tree without stopping and pointing, remembering the day we buried our beloved fuzzy friend.
When he sees a dog trotting toward us on the sidewalk, he gets happy and starts to walk more quickly, only to sullen a bit when the dog is in front of us, as he realizes it's not her.
When he sees her picture in a frame or spontaneously on my computer screen saver, he squeals just a little bit and he points, so that I may enjoy her for those moments, too.
Thank you, Liam, for remembering our fuzzy girl. None of us will ever forget her.