How My Pet’s Love is My Holiday Gift
This post is going to be a bit different than the usual environmental news. It’s a story about me, the author of this blog and bit about my journey in life.
It’s been almost a year since I lost my job. As a result, my health, financial well being, and self worth have all been adversely affected. To top it all off, in early 2010 I lost my beloved puppy dog of 13 years, Bu, to old age. My heart was truly broken. At 28 years old, I had begun to view the glass as half empty. I knew I needed change. As the holiday season quickly approached, both my heart and home felt empty and ached for the love of a new dog.
After 2 months of pleading with my significant other, I was finally able to convince him to journey with me to the pound to, “look” at the animals there. We honestly had no intentions to adopt that day because it was the first time either of us had been to an animal shelter. Within minutes, we were both teary-eyed at the lost souls and beautiful lives that yearned for a place to call home. After touring the facility, we found the perfect match; a 1 year old German shepherd-mutt. If animals could cry, I guarantee that this one had done her fair share. From her kennel, she gently watched as we approached and said hello. Without a peep, she searched for our hearts and silently begged for a place to call home. There was no way I could leave this poor animal there! We filled out the proper paperwork and got ready for a new addition to our household.