I love animals of all sizes and species, but we travel often and at this stage in my life another pet would only tie us down. I'm also someone who especially loves cats and dogs. Having said that, our beloved cat Sophie died last year (she was 21 years old). In her prime, Sophie was a gorgeous, long haired 'tuxedo' with huge round, green eyes. She preferred my laptop (for napping), played with her toys and liked to be held and cuddled. If someone picked her up they were sure to get at least one Sophie kiss or more. She became frail, cranky and finicky, as most of us (animal or human) are apt to get with advanced old age. Towards the end, I refused to leave her with anyone and was pretty much housebound with her during the last three months of her life. When she could no longer get around or do the things she loved, we knew it was time. Sadly, we had to have her put down on August 11, 2015. The other day, I found a tiny pink, felt rabbit she last hid behind the washing machine. I still find 'Sophie hair' in the most unlikely places and I miss her terribly. Thankfully, our grandchildren have a lovely dog we all adore. He's a Silver Labrador Retriever named Jack; a fine, good looking, intelligent dog with a very sweet, obedient disposition. We refer to him as the "Grandog" because he loves to visit us. Jack also loves to greet visitors, sniff crotches and take long walks. He chases squirrels, wrestles Duke at the dog park, enjoys a good game of 'fetch' and is a 'persistent moocher'at the dinner table.