I've kinda gotten used to not having someone around. That's why I had to have another dog after Maya died. I couldn't take it without one to care for, even though my brother was still alive. He just stayed in his bedroom and wasn't much as far as company was concerned.

When I got Spencer, that utter loneliness was abated. He was a handful, that's for sure. Three months old and into everything, not potty trained, but he was so cute. It was like having a toddler in the house.

Now he's like my brother, sleeps and eats. He does like to play a bit with me, but at least I look out for him and don't feel so alone.

Pattie, I feel for you and wish I lived closer so I could come visit. I couldn't clean for you, but I could help messy it up a bit so your sister would have more to do.