The Postscript | Carrie Classon

WHEN MY HUSBAND, Peter, and I met, we each had a dog. Peter had a collie named “The Pretty Boy,” (Yes, “The” was part of his name), and I had a pound puppy, part golden retriever, part border-collie mix named “Milo.” The Pretty Boy died shortly before we were married, about five years ago, and Milo died just over a year ago.

We talk about getting a new dog, of cou…