Almost two years ago, we lost our beloved Lord, our loyal companion for 17 years. Our old boy was a part of the family through so many milestones, and it’s been strangely quiet around here without him. My husband and I have always had dogs in the family, so we talked often about getting another one, but at our age, we weren’t sure we’d be able to keep up with the responsibility. And our kids? THEY WERE ABSOLUTELY AGAINST THE IDEA!
They’d tell us, “Mom, Dad, are you sure you can take care of a puppy? Won’t it be too much for you?” They worried we’d struggle with the work and energy that comes with a new puppy. And, well, we started believing them…until Christmas morning came.
There he was, my 76-year-old husband, standing with a giant grin and a tiny, wiggling puppy in his arms. I couldn’t believe it! I was on cloud nine, but I still had to ask him, “Are you sure we’re up for this?” He just smiled and said, “Of course we are.”
And our kids? Oh, they were furious. They think we’ve taken on more than we can handle. But when I watch this little puppy snuggle up with my husband, I can tell it’s brought us both a renewed sense of joy and purpose.
So here’s the big question: did we do the right thing following our hearts?