Shadow came to us in a really difficult time. He was meant to be a way for our dog, Lucy, to become normal again. Against what many people thought, we decided to get another dog. He was six months old when we got him and I have been smitten with him ever since.
Thursday was a monumental day for him. He was medically cleared after a vicious dog attack at Oakwood Dog Park, a botched first surgery, and over thirty days of being watched 24/7, by Suzanne, our sister-in-law, and our family friend. He could not be left along for any amount of time. It was very hard on all of us, we are especially grateful to my sister-in-law, as you spent ten days with us to help him heal.
So this post is a celebration of all the effort it has taken him to feel better, to know that the world surrounds him with love, and that is a pretty damn good thing. He is a constant reminder to me that though the world may rob you of many things, you can still get up and love life. The little guy has lost a sister, was in a major car accident with me, and survived a near death bite. He is the embodiment of joy, grace, and he reminds me every day of the hope I have in this world not being the final act.