It seemed logical, then, to get another dog. Sebastian could help train the new rectory employee and perhaps the new dog could give Sebastian some re-invigorated life and companionship in his twilight years.
A kind parishioner helped me to find Chester, named after G. K. Chesterton. The two dogs got along gangbusters. Chester adores Sebastian and Sebastian has really taken Chester under his wing so to speak. It was a good move. Having two dogs is much trickier than I imagined it would be but things have been working out well under the circumstances.
Skip ahead a year. Sebastian is almost 13. We go to the vet: