An Alternative Form of Therapy

Life Changing Miracle

As most of you know, I’ve had a hard few years copping with my sister’s murder. When times got really tough, I would borrow my mom’s dog Cara to provide me with what we lovingly called “Carapy”. She beats any other form of therapy I’ve tried. There’s nothing like a little snuggle-muffin, covering your face with kisses to brighten even the bluest of moods.

Alas, I always had to return her, after all, my mother needs that particular type of therapy as well. Everyone in my life suggested I get my very own puppy, and I made excuses not to: My landlord won’t allow it, I don’t have the space, I can’t afford it, yada yada yada. Truth be told, the main reason was guilt. I won’t get into the details, but let’s just say there was a particularly loved dog that was lost to me because of the earlier mentioned tragedy and I never quite got over it… or him.

Well my friends, I suppose the healing process has kicked in because I now have my very own snuggle-muffin. A new addition to the family, a family that has shrunk significantly over the last few years, is here to stay. To say I’m smitten with my new little love-muffin would be an understatement.

She’s cute, small, sweet, and gives lots of kisses and snuggles, something my often-aching heart needs. I can guarantee she will be THE most spoiled puppy ever. So please raise your glasses, or coffee mugs, and let us have a toast to a little bit of soul healing, Cheers!