It was April 8th, 2018, the week after Easter, when I drove down to Florida from Charleston, SC to pick up Daisy, our 8 week old Havanese puppy. My husband had just completed the Cooper Bridge Run and we had enjoyed a wonderful day walking all over the city, eating at great restaurants, trying out various cocktails at different bars..you know, all the stuff we wouldn’t have been able to do with a dog in tow.
I was scared to death that I had made a huge mistake… our lives were so “free” now that our youngest had left for college. “What are you doing, are you nuts?” more than a few well intentioned friends had asked.
But I had an empty spot, the shape of a puppy, deep inside my heart..it was really that simple.
It has been almost a year since Daisy bounded into our home and filled our lives with love and laughter. We have gone through a few tough weeks here lately and honestly, having this little lady to love and hug and share with family and neighbors and complete strangers is nothing less than a soothing balm for my soul. I noticed last night she has a lipstick stain on her little head.
Funny enough, and not at all surprising, it’s not from me.