Lately, I've really been resisting the urge to get a new pet.  It's been less than a month since my dog Griffin died, and while I still think of him every day, I also find myself missing the companionship that a dog provides. Everything in my heart tells me this is not the right time to get a puppy.  I'm planning a wedding, Thom and I will eventually will get a house together, and there will be plenty of upheaval with that alone.  Also, I think I'm still dealing with the loss of Griffin, and part of me feels it's not fair to him to get another dog so soon.  Still, sometimes at night, when I'm watching TV, I reach down to where Griff used to always lie by the couch. It's at those moments that I miss him so much, and feel like I'm ready to get a new dog, even though the reasonable part of me says it's all wrong.

Thom has a very low-maintenance cat.  She doesn't like to be held, but she will come and sit on you sometimes when she's cold.  I figured maybe I could resolve my "pet" issues by getting closer to the cat. But she'll have none of it.  So, that got me thinking...maybe we could get a baby kitty. After all, Thom already has one cat. How much harder would it be to get second one? He already has the littler box anyway. But, then reason comes rushing back, and I know this probably isn't the best move either.

Thom believes we should spend the next several months "petless" and that we'll appreciate the freedom that provides. I keep telling myself that. But I have to be honest, every day I feel like I'm just one impulsive decision away from bringing home the puppy you see at the top of this page.