Most of you remember this post, the one I wrote when my dear client and friend Mimi had to say goodbye to her old dog, Casey.
When Mimi's husband Ed asked me how I felt about them getting another Corgi, I went into protection mode for the future dog. Ed is 90, Mimi is 80 with early stages of dementia. Who would walk the dog? Would she overfeed it or overmedicate it because she had forgotten if it had been done?
When Casey was alive I visited every day to administer his treatment and to check on him. Now they're on their own.
Fast forward one month and meet their new 'baby' as they lovingly call him.
They named him "Corgi" and they defend their right to do so. (They love Corgi's and they love him!)
Yesterday was our farewell lunch before I head East, and it was my first time meeting the new pup.
I don't have to tell you it was love at first lick! I sat on the floor with him and started snapping pictures. I played with him, held him and fussed over him until he went to sleep.
The light in Mimi's eyes was brighter. She was remembering a little better as she brought up memories of Casey and our long journey together.
What I took away from our visit wasn't only that we'll have a forever friendship, but that this little pup would be okay in this loving home and I'm not in charge of the world.
I'm thankful for sometimes knowing when to let go and trust the universe, and my heart is filled with memories of this wonderful day and Mimi's healed heart.