Yep, it's tough to think about a pup. Though admittedly I have been. Greta filled this house with who she was, it's everywhere. It feels so empty and void right now. I have this need to fill it and I ask myself everyday if it is fair. I know I could love a pup, but will I be giving that pup my whole self or will it be just some part of me? A very broken part. But then I remember a poem I read once, this is part of it
One last request I earnestly make. I have heard my Mistress say, "When Blemie dies we must never have another dog. I love him so much I could never love another one." Now I would ask her, for love of me, to have another. It would be a poor tribute to my memory never to have a dog again. What I would like to feel is that, having once had me in the family, now she cannot live without a dog!
you can read the whole thing here.
Last Will
Just leaves me so confused. But like most things in life, I guess I will know when I am ready...