I use my made bed everyday. Basket of laundry; dump out on the bed to sort & fold. Purse; dump out on the bed to organize. Outfits are created and rearranged on my bed. It’s a big workspace where I can see what I have all laid out and then group things into sets or categories.

When our 12 year old GSD’s time came (she had degenerative myelopathy), we hired a vet-recommended service called “Laps of Love”. It was sweet, peaceful and dignified. The vet brought an air dry clay kit to mold one of her paw prints for us, snipped a memento lock of her hair, and soothed her with quiet words. We snuggled Jesse, said our goodbyes, and the vet quietly dosed her with sedatives. She just went to sleep in my arms. Her heart slowly stopped beating, confirmed by the vet, and they took her away on a stretcher. Two weeks later, I picked up her urn at our vet. This was our children’s first brush with an unexpected death, so I was grateful it was not a traumatic one. We laughed, remembered and of course cried. They were teenagers at the time. Thank God for services like that.