The Importance of Hope
A Ridgeback friend reached out for some guidance when she found out her dog had prostate cancer. I was hopeful that she would achieve the same results I've had with Logan. She was hopeful as well. And yet, it's not how things worked out. Her poor dog's situation was too far advanced and too aggressive and within a week he was gone. I was heartbroken for her. I felt so guilty that I had encouraged her to have hope. Yet being the super sweet lady that she is, she responded to me, "Stephanie, there is nothing to feel sorry about. It was good to have hope." Not only did these words bring tears to my eyes, but it was an example of human nature at it's kindest. This woman, while hurting immensely over her loss, had the presence of mind, and strength of heart, to mend the pieces of my heart back together. Of course, since then I ask myself, "how did I get so lucky with Logan?" We are now 7 and 1/2 months pa...