TB picked up the little plaque we ordered with Joie's paw print on it. They took some of his hair and the company made the surface black and white, and his name is on the back. It doesn't bring him back, but it is sitting on a shelf where we can see it and be reminded of our precious pup.
I am supposed to bake some brownies to take as a housewarming present for one of TB's co-workers tomorrow but the thought of the smell of baking chocolate, which I usually love, is already making my stomach do flip-flops. I may have to come up with a non-edible Plan B. I have sent baking with him on a few occaisions so it has become kind of expected, but if I don't feel better I may not even be going so they will understand. If I am contagious, I don't want to be coughing into the batter