“People leave imprints on our lives, shaping who we become in much the same way that a symbol is pressed into the page of a book to tell you who it comes from. Dogs, however, leave paw prints on our lives and our souls, which are as unique as fingerprints in every way.”
Every year when Halloween approaches, I think of my dog, Fanny.
I’ve written about Fanny before–I think it was Halloween last year when I shared the story about how she disappeared from our backyard.
Fanny was my first dog and the soul who comforted me after my Mom died. When my stepmother joined our family, Fanny was one of the first things to go.
Sadly, I never knew why she disappeared–I went in search of her for days and days–especially on Halloween when I knew people could be mean to animals. It was weeks later when the phone rang. I raced to answer the phone–being a teenager I was certain it had to be one of my friends. As I listened, I heard a very nice woman tell me she had just adopted our dog–my dog–from the Waterloo Humane Society. She needed to know if she was current with her shots?
My heart broke into so many pieces.
Part of me was happy because I knew Fanny would never leave me. But…I also learned, in a flash, people and things are not always as they seem.
On that Saturday afternoon, I lost my trust in most adults.
For some reason Fanny has been on my mind. Maybe it’s because our oldest dog, Bud has been following me closely the past few days. His intense gaze reminds me of Fanny–maybe she is visiting?
That thought, my friends, is very comforting.
Thanks, Fanny. I love you always.
“The very best thing about dogs is how they just know when you need them most, and they’ll drop everything that they’re doing to sit with you awhile.”