Although I had a restless night’s sleep, I awoke feeling
good enough for a morning walk with Bodhi.
I marveled at this dog the whole time we were walking and told him over
and over how grateful I was to have him in my life. Whenever I’m overcome with this feeling for him, I can’t help but
remember he came to his original owners from the Kanawha Charleston Human
Society... he was a rescue! Ric and I
got him from foster care when he was 3 years old. This wonderful dog could have been one of the thousands that are
put to sleep every year because no one adopted him. What a loss. I prayed for
all the dogs and cats that are now in the shelter that simply need a loving
home. And there is a loving home that
needs one of them! I prayed for a
match. I recently read that black dogs
are the last to be adopted and the first to be euthanized, for a variety of reasons,
including that some people perceive black animals as menacing, but mostly because
their eyes and fur color blend in so much that people can’t really get a sense
of personality in their faces, and their "ordinary" black faces get lost in
the sea of faces of every hopeful dog looking through the shelter cage. Isn’t that amazing? I never knew. So I prayed harder for the black animals.
I came home feeling a little tired, but it was a good
tired. I’ve had my last chemo treatment
now, so I’ll get my strength back.
And to help get my strength back, instead of my usual healthy oatmeal for breakfast, I had
a slice of CHERRY PIE! Thanks,
Linda! It was De. Li. Cious!
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