Just breathe…

My best friend… my dog, Roo. I found him on Petfinder.com. He was in a prison training program and nobody wanted to adopt him. He wasn’t cute- but his description said it all. He could do tons of tricks… I knew he was smart. So it took me a couple months of saving money out of our grocery allowance. It was the best $80 I’ve ever spent. My dog helped to pull me out of a spiraling depression that almost took my life. He’s been with me through broken relationships and my girls growing up. He’s protected us, played with us, walked hundreds of miles with us…He’s 15 1/2 years old now… as far as we can count. Tonight he can barely walked and his breathing is labored.

He set me free first… now it’s my turn to return the favor.

How do you say goodbye to such a special creature? You don’t… you just try to keep breathing.

Love always,

Rachel