Last December I posted about good friends of mine in publishing who had an eleven year old Scottish Terrier named Ginger and she wasn’t doing well. After tons of treatments, and more set-backs than anyone ever imagined, she finally passed away and my friends were devastated. Needless to say, it was a long, long winter.
But I just came back from their Carversville home, where I met the newest addition to their family. He’s a four month old, extremely frisky, Welsh Terrier named Whiskey. And they couldn’t be more thrilled. Of course nothing can ever replace Ginger, but life does continue to move forward, and we all have to move right along with it, creating our own happy endings wherever we can get them.