Five Months…

My Kolby. My sweet, sweet Kolby girl. It’s been five months since you left this world. Five months since a part of my heart left with you when you journeyed to the Rainbow Bridge. It feels like just yesterday that I brought you home. You entered into my life like a whirlwind. You brought your goofy smile and demanding bark into my house, and left paw prints all over place.

Losing you was one of the most devastating things that has ever happened to me. Making the decision to free you from pain was both easy and difficult. Easy because I saw that you were starting to suffer, and that is the last thing that I ever wanted for you. Difficult because I knew that choice would mean that I would never see you, hold you, or kiss you again. It hurt my heart and soul to lose you. You brought so much joy into my life even though you were only with me for a way too short period of time. Landon loved you so much. You helped him gain confidence. You two were partners in crime. Always side by side. The way you two played made me smile. You would definitely put Landon in his place, and he never seemed to mind.

I miss you so very much. I can’t put into words how much you mean to me. I say mean, because you will always be with me. I just wish I could hold you one more time. Even if only for a moment.I love you so much. You will forever be my pretty, pretty princess.



This is for a dog named Buddy.

Driving home from work today, I saw you. You were alone darting across a busy road. I pulled over to see if I could catch you. You had on a collar with one tag. But you didn’t want to be caught. You wanted to play. You’re a big boy, a mastiff mix or maybe a boxer. A beautiful dark brown brindle boy. A friendly boy. And fast! You kept getting away from me. When you darted across the road and got clipped by a car, I was worried but you flounced on. When you darted across the road a second time, my heart sank. You were hit by a school bus! Thankfully, you were able to walk, and came straight to me. I was able to call the number on your tags and get your owner’s information to contact them. I had to leave a message because they didn’t answer. I then helped you to my car, and sped you as fast as I could to an emergency vet clinic close by.

Sweet boy, you have me so concerned about you. Your sweet face was so swollen on the right side, and you whimpered during the car ride. When we got to the vet, they took you in right away as I filled out some paperwork. You must have been scared because you bounded back out to the waiting right into my arms. And as much as I wanted to hold you, I knew you needed medical attention and had to place my trust in the clinic’s staff. So we led you back into the medical area and I had to leave.

I did call the clinic a bit later to check and see if they found your owner. I knew they wouldn’t release any info on your condition to me, but they did tell me they found your people. I’m so glad they did.

My only hope now is that you are comfortable and are getting the treatment you need to heal. I’m sending you lots of love and hugs sweet boy. We may not have known each other for long, but I love you and hope you are going to be okay.

Finding Landon


This guy. This guy is my life. My soul. I believe that you can have many soulmates. Even though he’s “just a dog” to some, to me he’s family.

His name is Landon for those who don’t know. And Landon has changed my life. I know I have mentioned this before, but it’s no less true now than it was when said before.

I tell him that today is the day that I love him the least because tomorrow I’ll love him more. And it’s true I love him more and more everyday.

For finding Landon had brought me patience. Finding Landon has brought me peace. Finding Landon has brought me love. And most importantly, finding Landon has helped me find myself.

An open letter to Jean (last name withheld), the person who dumped Cocoa at the pound

I wholeheartedly agree with this post. Jean, you didn’t deserve Cocoa for all those years. You abandoned her when she needed you the most.
To the lovely, caring soul that adopted her, you are my hero. You have Cocoa something that is priceless. I am terribly sorry for your loss. Cocoa is now watching over you and smiling. Thank you for being her saving grace. ❤

A day in the life of lunchy...

Hello.  You don’t know me, and for your sake, you’d best hope and pray that you never have the misfortune to meet me.

How do I know your name?  Because the people at animal control gave me Cocoa’s intake sheet.  You know, the one you filled out.  The one that said Cocoa was 12 years old and you’d had her all those years.  The one that said you were moving to a pet-free apartment and couldn’t take your faithful companion of 12 years.  You know, the one that you said was a “sweet old girl- a wonderful companion.”   The one that said you had limited funds.

Here’s the thing, Jean.  Oh, I didn’t ask if I could call you Jean but I’m going to.  Or I could call you a number of other names, none of which you’d like very much.   When I saw Cocoa’s picture on the…

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