We got our first Shetland Sheep Dog (Sheltie) in 1982, a puppy we named Cider because of her Sable coloring. The puppy was not healthy and hundreds of dollars went to the vet. We had a two year old girl, Mr. Wonderful was in grad school and the money for milk was spent on the little dog we loved so much.
Finally, it was determined that Cider needed surgery that had a 50% chance of making her well. We took her to the Humane Society and left her hoping someone else could take care of her medical bills. Back in the parking lot and cried our eyes out. The grief went on for about two months, then one day the two year old came asked, "Where did Cider go?" We said we would 'never do that again.' We had two more children but no dogs.
In her senior year of high school our youngest daughter took a marketing class. She used it to her advantage, I'd close the bathroom door and there was a poster with the words, "I want a puppy." Her sister got married, her brother was in the Air Force, she wanted a dog.
Here's Miss Josie hanging out in my craft room, this is the last "baby" I intend to have!