Oh, Wiley, you took my breath away. I literally was transfixed staring at the screen and seeing my Claire, who would be so PROUD and I am sure she is up there in Heaven grinning in anticipation of your move and its impact on me. My dear four-footed friend, you have made me so humbled and happy to see your post. First time, tears sprang instantly to my eyes since I wrote of her passing. They were happy, profoundly grateful tears. Thank you, Wiley. Love HuntMode
Shelter dogs long for it. Teenagers drool over it. Adults occasionally miss it. The way I see it, there is this thing about independence I can’t quite put my right paw on. It’s almost like its one of those things in the world that isn’t all it’s written up to be. But what exactly is it written up to be?
Well, you’d better believe I thought I knew the answer to that question while I was fending for myself on the streets all that time ago. After the initial anxiety I had about being separated from my mom and brothers wore off, I had a newfound and overwhelming surge of pride in my independence. I could do whatever I wanted wherever I wanted with whom ever I wanted. I didn’t have to report to anyone, rely on anyone or support anyone but myself. It was fabulous!
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