We're in the process of getting a new dog. We took Rosco to meet a few prospects from a rescue group on Monday. He was largely apathetic, but at this point -- he's 14, and he's always been kind of independent -- we don't really expect much more. Anyway, we decided on one, and we're going to pick him up within the next week. I'll write more about that when it happens.
This morning I opened my e-mail and found a message from Petco: "It's Gracie's Birthday!"
She would have been five today. So now I'm feeling sad all over again.