Here’s how it went down Wednesday night. You’ll have to forgive me, some details may be a bit askew, but this is basically what happened. “Hey girls, come into the living room and sit down for a minute,” I said. Annabelle looked at me suspiciously. “Is this about Rosy?” “It is, sweetie.” She squeezed out […]

This morning I held Rosy the Dog while the vet gave her the euthanasia shot. Afterward, my mom and I wiped away the tears and did the math. At 14 and a half , Rosy was just about 100 years old in dog years. (I think.) She was not a small dog, though she was a […]

“Mommy, I clean up Rosy poo!” I opened an eye and observed my younger daughter, standing about an inch from my face, as excited as Christmas morning. “Let me see your hands,” I said, sitting up in bed. Instantly awake. “All clean! I use a baggy! I put it in the recycling!” I wanted to […]

I just looked at the two dogs sleeping at my feet (both are black with a bit of white, so a photograph is impossible — you’ll just have to take my word for it) and noticed that Rosy, the Grand Dame of the house, has her front leg thrown over Jack the puppy’s muzzle, in […]