"We were going through everything this past weekend, and Kim and I think it would work best if you and I take Ernie if anything happens to Mom." My husband, Scott, had called me from Oregon where he was visiting his family. His mom was sorting through all of her things, downsizing and moving into a smaller place. In the process, she was also updating her will and all that went along with it. Ernie was her three year old Yorkie dog. "Yeah, that makes sense," I replied, thinking that if we ever did end up with Ernie, it would be years away. At the time of the phone call, we already had three cats and a seven month old yellow lab named Juno. Fast forward five months. "I'll be home this weekend with Ernie." Scott was once again calling me from Oregon. Several events had transpired, and we now were the new parents of Ernie. I grew up with cats. I never had a dog until I met Scott. I like dogs, but I am a cat person...
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