A good cry helped. A lot. I feel quite a bit better today, not great, but better. And I'll take better any day.

If I was unclear about the dogs, I apologize. Friday they went to the Rescue where they will be placed in forever homes. They are still alive and waggin'. They are happy no matter where they are or who they are with. That's what makes them such great dogs. We knew when we started fostering them that they would go to the Rescue one day. We just never thought we'd have them for a year and a half.

I don't think we'll do the foster thing again. It's too hard on me. This is our second round with dogs from the Rescue and it just tears my heart out each time we have to give dogs up. I guess I'm just too sensitive to do that kind of work.

I think one of the reasons I feel so bad is that there hasn't been any service set up locally for my friend or my nephew. I understand the need for closure in relationships now that I don't have it with these two. I know everyone is grieving and eventually it'll all be scheduled, but I'm ready to move on from all this sadness.

I am very blessed to have all the support that I do. I have a friend who has called me every day, my husband and my therapist as my main support. And it really helps to have all of you on PC. I don't know that I would have gotten through all this without all of you.