I am someone who wonders if they ever stopped or cared.
I am the one who took Emil’s mother (who someone dumped at the church when she was a puppy) to my ex-husband’s house across the road because the pastor and his wife already had two dogs and I didn’t have a home of my own to keep her at.
I am someone who struggles with wanting to love another animal because of the heartbreak of losing them.
Finally, I am someone who can’t express myself any better than what my 16-year-old daughter Ariel posted on her Facebook page:
“That moment when you lose someone close to you, you start regretting every moment you didn’t see them, whether they are our family, a pet or a friend. Maybe a mix, but you still regret everything, think over all the things you should have done instead of what you did ... But that isn’t what you should do. You should keep the memories you had of them and smile because you got to be with them. It is impossible to not cry, but never dwell on the fact that you could have always done better, just be happy for the times you were with them. Why am I typing this? I just lost one of the sweetest puppies I knew to a driver who didn’t see her. R.I.P. Emil ...”