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I think this'll be the last thing I'll post about Goldy; otherwise I'm going to be seen as milking it, and I'm not. Things'll be fine, and then, we'll order pizza and we have to remember not to put a crust down in a nonexistent bowl on the floor for him; or if I take the chicken pieces out of a Trader Joe's salad there's no dog to give it to. It's the little things that hurt the most. Or I'll swing my hand down where he usually would lie down near me, and realize too late that he's not there to pay attention to.

Going to Pet Orphans over the past week has helped, I guess. It's helped Mermiad more than me, I think. She'd get very anxious and upset at me if she even thought I was trying to delay her going there to hug, pet and cuddle the dogs there (and oh my, some really really cute dogs there I'd take home in a minute, if I really felt I/we could handle another dog right now).

Thanks for bearing with me.