Nutmeg and Clapton

I don’t know if this is the kind of story you’re looking for. I started and completed your book today, during jury duty. Of course I had to put the book away when I entered the court room, but I picked it back up and finished it on the drive home. (I only read at stop lights!) My husband John does a radio talk show on WBT weeknights from 6 to 9pm. The similarities between the two of you (as dog lovers) are uncanny. As some say, you’re like two peas in a pod. We have two dogs, both Westies, who we consider our children. We’ve had Nutmeg and Clapton since they were puppies; they’re now 7 and 5 years old. Right now (as I’m keying), Nutmeg is lying at my feet and Clapton’s passed out asleep, flat on his back and belly up, on the bed next to me. I cook for them every night, a vet- approved meal we refer to as “the chicken dinner”. As things are around here, John and I exist to serve these dogs. After all, we live in their world. It’s not the other way around. OK, after all this, I really wrote to thank you for providing some insight on the end-of-life issues. We used to have cats and did all the same things you did when their time came, with the vet who came to the house and cremation. I even custom-ordered small memorial markers which now sit at the base of a Japanese Maple tree in our front yard. Thanks again for sharing your story!

Susan from NC