There are times in a person's life that things seem hopeless. There are times of great sadness. I have been through one of these times most recently after the loss of my beloved companion of 9 1/2 years, Bravo.
I forgot what it was like to be without the steady companionship of a loyal dog. I was reminded in a very harsh way on October 9th when a sudden, unexpected health issue took Bravo away from me. In the days that followed, I developed a terrible cough, fever, and cold. The following weeks felt like a dream. I was existing, that is all.
One day, as I was beginning to recover from the illness, my husband asked me if I would ever have another dog. I answered by saying that I really didn't need one. To which, he said to me, "I disagree." We talked a while and I began to look around.
As much as I love big dogs (I have always had large dogs), I thought about looking at little dogs. The first little guy I saw that caught my eye on Petfinder.com, was a splashy little black and white poodle mix. So, I thought, I will apply for this little dog and just go have a look at him.
The story that brought me together with this little guy is long and interesting and filled with what I believe to be some sort of destiny.
He's here.
He's a good dog.
He has big paws to fill.
I hope that Bravo's spirit has found a way to be here in this little dog.
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