My dog Sunshine passed away a few days ago. We had her for nearly six years. Robert asked me to write something about her for the newsletter, so I’ll try my best: Dear Sunshine, Before I met you I never knew a creature could be so afraid and still love so much. It made my attempts at love feel insignificant. I had always held back, because I didn’t want to deal with the pain, because I didn’t want to open my eyes to the full spectrum of light. Even the smallest speck of sun could get inside, damage the nerves, hurt me in ways that I never imagined. And it would be all the more painful because I knew I was the one who welcomed it in.