I’ve received a couple of lovely sympathy cards this week, one from the kennel where I used to board King–and where I take Gaby now for daycare–and another from the vet’s office. The office also sent a lovely little gardenia tree–totally unexpected. But they had taken care of King since he was a pup, and they all liked him.

Gaby played with a boy corgi today. Tuesday, a girl terrier. She’s adjusting, and she sleeps like a rock after dinner. She is eating less these past two weeks, but it’s possible that she ate more when King was around because she knew he would chow down on any leftovers. Bit of competition?

Not that she couldn’t afford to lose a pound or two. But I will feel better when she starts eating a little more again.