My best friend died in my arms on a Thursday, he was a 14 yr old chocolate lab. I had made a bet with the Universe and I won. That bet was this. I have a chronic service connected illness that should have killed me 20 years ago but here I am healthy and still kicking. When I was given the lab puppy in the back of my mind was always the real possibility that I would succumb and leave an elderly dog to die in a shelter. My prayers were to just see these guys, a dog and a cat, to their ends and then whatever my future held would be fine. After Boomer passed and for the next few empty mornings I realized I could not go through that again from puppy to senior and that weekend presented myself to Hope Shelter to take the oldest dog they had. That was Mathilda. Her owner, I was told, had passed leaving her alone. Wow. Does the Universe speak directly to us or what?
I call her Tillie. She’s all girl. She loves to eat and my rugs quickly revealed she can’t do people food though she likes it. She always has a wagging tail and the sweetest, calmest personality. Kitty’s best friend died that day too. Boomer would let the cat give him a bath and curl up next to him. Tillie is quite comfy with Oscar and the two of them have started sitting in the open door looking out together so all is well in the home. I went into this understanding I was not replacing Boomer but adding a Tilliie and if I can give her a home until it’s her time I am honored.
Thanks for helping heal a hole in both our hearts.
-Annonymous
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