I don’t usually reblog a post, but this one is so wonderful I just have to…I’ve read it 4 times in the last 10 minutes, and I’ll keep reading it. Happy Sunday, everyone!
I never thought I’d see Dean again, or at least for quite a while. I’d diagnosed osteosarcoma bone cancer in his beloved bloodhound’s leg about a month ago, and after we said goodbye to her, he floated off in a sea of tears. I’m always touched by a man who feels comfortable sharing emotion while dealing with life’s difficult decisions. Dean had carried some of his own medical issues, and had lost an eye on that journey. So I was so very happy to see his face when I entered the exam room last Tuesday, embracing a new dog. He shared his story.
“Doc, you know I was pretty tore up about ol’ Dolly. I swore I could never get another dog again. It just hurts so much when you have to say goodbye.”
I nodded because I know that feeling well. Clearly I didn’t need to share my wisdom…
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