Now that I’m traveling more and simultaneously searching for a new apartment, I’m seeing a lot less of The Doone. Last summer, I made a promise to myself that I would keep her in my life as long as it made us both happy. I know she has a good home with my ex and his new family and their big back yard. And meanwhile, I’m figuring out how to be happy in the midst of change. As much as it breaks my heart to imagine my life without The Doone, I know it might be finally time to let go.