Our playful dogs tumbled and only one dog bowl emerged unbroken. “Let it go,” I muttered. The bowl, really a butter dish, was a handmade gift from a special friend who I’ll always remember. I’ve had the butter dish for decades and happily reused it as a special bowl for a special dog. But now, it’s broken. Small pieces chipped away. Even if we had the right glue, it would never look whole again and could cut. So, it’s time to say ‘thank you’ let it go. We’ll find another special bowl, just for her.