remembering roo

Yesterday, for some reason, I started to get really sentimental about roo - and sitting on my sofa crying and looking at corgi pictures. Today - I remembered - yesterday was the anniversary of roos death. I know it's ridiculous - but sometimes I wonder if there's something cosmic going on there...

I wish I could have another roo ----- but I know I don't have the means or responsibility to give a roo the life a roo deserves. It breaks my heart to see roos in the city - and owners who use "pee pads" instead of walking their roos - or keep them indoors in the tiny New York apartments. Roos should be able to frolic and sit out on porches and roam around and have regular walks.

I don't know why roo still makes me cry - but he does - and I guess that's good - because I can use that in acting.