Two weeks ago, kidney failure finally caught up with Annie. She was my constant companion for 12 of her 15 years, on my lap as we watched my mother die, at my side while I wrote A Thread of Grace, Dreamers of the Day, Doc and Epitaph. I still can’t write about her without my throat closing up and my eyes welling, so I will simply say that she was a wonderful ambassador for both rescue groups and her breed. This morning, Don and I applied for Zoey and Bryant at Dachshund Rescue of Ohio. They’re a bonded pair, both 2 years old, 12 pounds a piece.