Woulda Been "Wendy's Red Kitchen"

I am feeling out of sorts because I've come to the inevitable decision to have our vet take a, possibly final, look at our long-loved family dog to see if she feels what I fear is true: It's time. I wanted this post to be positive and jovial, the way my kitchen feels when I am in it, but I am maudlin and resentful for having the option to euthanize my dog. I sort of wish I didn't have the option....but then he'd deteriorate and be in more and more pain which is a big soul suck of a thing to see.

So, I'm going to postpone the post about my kitchen and post this in exchange. If you could keep us and Simon in your hearts over the next few days especially...thanks.