HuffPo recently came out with "the least cool names for dogs this year," which just served to remind me how the name I gave my first, still-living dog was actually the worst.
He doesn’t adore me, unconditionally or otherwise, but that hasn’t stopped me from developing feelings for him. Feelings I’ve never felt for a cat before.
Do I understand that by not having children I am giving up on one of the most profound relationships possible? Yes.