Reflections from a midlife journey
Let your heart break
Last week I received word that the last of the dogs I shared with my ex had crossed over the rainbow bridge. Brady was a good dog. He was a bit of a dinglenut and was the most pain-in-the-ass puppy I have ever experienced—then or now. Still, I loved him and he had a special place in my heart. I didn’t think my heart could break again losing Brady for a second and now final time, because he had already been absent from my life for so long. But it did.
Letting love lead
For almost as long as we have had our beloved rescue dog McKenna, my husband has wanted a second dog. I understood why and was empathetic to his desire. However, I believed that saying “yes” to a second dog would mean saying “no” to me.