Took Holly to the vet for her welcome home checkup. She weighs more than Alice ever weighed, more than my Ellie on her fattest day, so we're continuing Beagle Boot Camp for her. But the best news is that she's perfectly healthy. Loving Ellie was an amazing thing, a test of my capacity to love (I think I passed, the downside to this is the grief that still hits me new every morning as I see that she's no longer at the foot of my bed) and a lesson to me (enjoy every day you have with someone. Treasure at least one moment from each day.). Holly brings a new set of lessons, an easier love that I still haven't fully accepted. There must be a catch somewhere, right?