|I don't know much about him, other than he's sweet|
and less than a year old.
I wrote this to a friend yesterday from my cardiologist's office in Maine.
It is May 26, 2016.
Atti and I were supposed to be in Montana right now. But one of us is dead, and the other is sitting in a cardiologist's office.
(As I just wrote that one of us is dead, the tears snuck up on me. I don't cry that much any more but it seems when I acknowledge he's gone, I do.)
What happened? Life happened. As it always does.
When I told another friend that I was considering taking this death row dog in, he wanted to know why I would do that so soon after Atticus.
"Well, he needs a home, and my heart was meant to love. Plus, in case you forgot, I nearly died last month. Life is too short not to do what your heart tells you. And there's something about this fellow that calls out to me."
No, Samwise won't replace Atticus. No one could do that. But in giving him a life, through the help of the Conway Area Humane Society, who is flying him up here after plucking him from the kill shelter he was in at the last moment, I'm also adding to mine, and continuing the legacy of all that I've learned with Max, Atticus, and Will.
Life is meant to be lived. I'm not a fan of feeling sorry for myself. I'd rather pick myself up where I fell, and move forward. There's a meaning in "Onward, by all means," and that's it.
How will things turn out with Samwise?
I've no clue. That's part of the mystery of life.
Life happens, and so, gosh darn it, does love. My love for Atticus will be found in the nurturing of this young soul.
Saving lives, creating friendships, transforming people and animals...is it any wonder why we support our local shelter and set up a memorial fund for Atticus there? Ironically, by supporting them, they now have added to my life.
Onward, by all means, everyone.
If you would like to help us support the Conway Area Humane Society in Atticus's name, please click here. Who knows, the next life they save may add to yours.