Unfortunately for my heart I can never deny a dog a home. Taking in injured, abused, elderly dogs... I have a lot of losses. Some little dogs just cling closer to your being, I guess. I love them all, yet a few stand firmer in memory and cling to my ankles longer. Pinky was one of the saddest cases I'd ever have arrive and in the 17 years I owned her (or rather she owned me) she made an inedible mark on my spirit. In ways, it's like she never left me, until I see her little bed. Empty. Then I sense her physical absence more profoundly than ever. Coupled with the loss of my aunt, my house is a sad echo of remorse right now.