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 […]

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 […]