I didn't think I'd ever be ready.
I didn't think I'd ever get over the heartbreak of losing Emily,
......but this may help.
I wasn't going to do it. But I could feel my protests gradually weaken under my sister's patient and persistent voice saying it was "the right thing to do". She's an 11-week old Boston Terrier who's sweet and spunky. I named her after one of my favorite people......a special aunt with whom I share a special bond. And now I get to say her name everyday.