I know that nothing will replace the dog I lost. I know this. (She was only sleeping in that picture. Not…you know.)
It’s not like I think that if I get another dog he or she will fill the hole Pepper left behind. Yet our house is dog friendly. We have space inside and a yard with a good fence. We have nearly adult children who are giving and caring people, and our lives are enriched by the furbabies we bring into our home. We are full of love and enthusiasm, humor and forgiveness. And we figure that since we have all this to give, there’s undoubtedly a rescue out there who could use a forever family.
Wish us luck. I’m a firm believer that when you open your heart and ask for an answer, it comes. We’ll see. The search begins…
BTW. I knew Pepper was my dog from the moment she placed her muzzle in my hand at the shelter. Fourteen years later, the only regret I have is a CERTAIN PAIR OF PURPLE BIRKENSTOCK SANDALS, Pepper.
She was a great dog. RIP Pepper. Good Dog.