Cheryl is off to get the new puppy, and I'm here in my office with Jam, just back from our typical afternoon walk, except that this will likely be our last chance to spend some quality time together. Tomorrow morning he will be off to a new life, training to be a guide dog.
To those random strangers who have come up and asked us, over the past year, how can we "possibly give up our dog," my answer (at this moment) is "I don't know."
Good luck, Jam. Instead of writing anymore in this post, I'm just going to sit on the floor with you for a while.