I don't see me ever not having a dog, outside of the mourning period I will go through when Scruff dies. I can wait, but it sadly seems like she won't make it out of 2020. She is just kind of wasting away, yet no signs of cancer. She just has 14-year-old-(arthr)itis. As long as she eats, drinks, pees and poops, we're good. And as soon as she leaves, I will head out with my tiny trailer and get away from the dog ghosts in the house for a while. Then come home and start looking for the next one.

I know I could NEVER foster, because once a dog spends a night in my house, that's now my dog. Until one of us dies, that's my dog.