I didn’t know I needed an emotional support dog. But Finn sure did. From the moment that golden retriever puppy leapt into my arms, he sensed I needed his goofy, unconditional kind of love. He incessantly nudged me to play when he knew I needed to do nothing else but chase birds with him. Then he’d lie on my chest at 3 a.m. when the memories of the past sloshed violently inside me.
Finn was everything I didn’t know I needed. And then he got sick. Really sick. Here’s what happened...
There wasn’t anything Finn couldn’t give me except, that is, more time together. But he knew in leaving me I would then, and only then, strive to be everything I was meant to be.
Dogs are ____ well, I’ll let you finish that one. Something tells me if you've read this far, you, too, love those furry souls who come and go based on God’s calendar.
With resilience, grace, and love,