Sometimes, I need time to process things happening in my life. The last couple
of months have been a challenge and I couldn't have made it without my faith. There
was the sorting and packing for the move, the unplanned hernia surgery, and Merry,
my 14 1/2 yr old Therapy dog's decline. I lost her on September 14th.
She was a rescue dog, eating out of dumpsters and abused by children and
adults, because she wasn't wanted. My Black Lab took over training, since it took Merry
awhile to accept a human. I don't encourage my dogs to lick people, but for five years
after Merry's rescue, she tried to lick me each time I fed her.
She had all the qualities of a great Therapy dog. She was very obedient, always
knew where I was and didn't wonder or run away and she loved attention. I will always