I remember one Easter Sunday many years ago I was sick. There was a big family get-together planned and there was just no way I felt good enough to go. I told everyone to just go without me rather than miss it. That entire day I laid in bed (drinking liquids, taking Tylenol, you know the whole routine). My dog, Ashley, (RB)never left the bed. She was permanently parked right beside me for hours on end. I wasn't alone on Easter after all. I had my best friend with me (and she wasn't even worried about catching my germs! )