When Poquita left us, I thought nothing could ever be so painful again. Then a couple of days ago, Rosie was growling at Darcy for some perceived doggy infraction. This action triggered severe spasms in Rosie's collapsing trachea and we held her, really thinking this might be "The End." I crushed a pill, mixed it with a dab of butter and smeared it in her mouth, and we got her back. All of a sudden I realized, "Who am I kidding? It will hurt just as much to lose Rosie, whose personality is uniquely hers. As much as we love them, that's how much as it hurts when they're gone. It's just the price of admission to the pet lovers club.
