Bbnbama, that is one of the funniest things I've read in a long time.
Years ago we had two labradors who were 13 and 14 and died within months of each other. Mr. Rose and Lil Rose were sad, but I had picked them out as puppies, trained them from the beginning and was devastated. My family wanted to get another dog right away, but it took five years for me to finally realize I was denying them something they both dearly wanted. We found Maggie at the pound (she's the little dog in my profile), and the minute she stepped into the house, she brought such life back into our lives. She's 11 now and I can't begin to think of life without her, even with 4-year-old Howard bounding around. I do know that we'll probably always have at least one dog in our family.