We were lucky enough to adopt a 13 year old Samoyed named Fluffy after her owner Mrs. Sprinkle died (I'm not making this up). Fluffy lived to the ripe old age of 16 and gave us memories we will never ever forget.

Adoption is a wonderful thing!

We also have a tub full of little boxes of dog and cat ashes, along with too many tufts of horse mane. We hope they can be buried with us when we go so they'll remain with us.

If dogs or horses survive us, our daughter (who is now half-way through veterinary school) has assured us that they'll be taken care of.