*Sniff* I am puppy-less. I spent an hour last night sobbing while the last puppy chewed on my slipper. I named Gunny on the night he was born and had formed a special attachment to him.
On the flip side, I am also puppy-free, and can now begin the task of eradicating the last of the puppy urine from my floor.
Of course, Kirby is not potty-trained yet, but I am going to pretend he is and pretend that I won't be stepping in surprise puddles tonight.