We lost two dogs this year and still have the amazing third. Old Faulkner went to sleep in August and is pushing up lilacs at our Ohio retirement cottage. Younger Biscuit (beagle/bassett) was re-homed thru the no-kill shelter where we'd gotten her; she found a new home as a single dog within 2 weeks, and is deliriously happy.

Newbie the unadoptable pit/shep/rott mix (little, 50 pounds), is the Only Dog now, and at our age may be our last.

Newbie's claim to "amazing" is her companionship skills and smarts. She also loves car rides and hanging out IN the car while I do stuff, so is ideal for my activist life nowadays. Perfect size for the car, and only eats cats now very seldom (prozac). Yesterday she showed bully-dog stubborness (the upside), by effectively and perfectly recalling all her September steering commands (applying these from scooter training to walkering). Pulling as requested, turns as needed.

OTOH her prozac seems to have erased "fetch" and "go get," pending retraining. I'll take that over dead housecats any day.

~S~