I now live with only the basset. The 15 year old cocker spaniel died peacefully in his sleep on the rug by my bed. I felt relieved at not having to clean up his pee when he couldn't make it to the door. It was hard to be incontinent for that little gentleman. I do miss his constant companionship. The basset is a love, but not a velcro dog. He often keeps his own company, but I do believe he is mopey about not having the old cocker around to pester. At least he could get a growl and a snap out of him on occasion. I guess it's like some human relations where a growl and a snap at least confirms our existence.

I'll get him a new friend in May or June.