It's strange you wrote this today because last night, I lost my 14 year old chihuahua. It was unexpected. Two losses in two months, I thought my heart was broken, but it's broken even more. Ruby and the Bo were thick as thieves. I would like to go for a run, but I'm afraid to pass out and faint on the run.
Then all of a sudden, I have this insane urge to adopt a new cat or a dog to fill out the deadly silence, but I know that's not good enough of a reason. I should adopt only when my heart is healed properly. AHHHHHHHHHHH.