I just got an email from one of the vets that treated Callie over the last year, wishing her a Happy Birthday today.
She would have been 12.
I was hoping to get through today without crying but it doesn’t seem like that’s going to happen.
But I don’t want it to be about the tears and sadness.
I want to do something that honors her memory.
A chance encounter when she was 6-months old saved her life and mine, and that is not a gift that should end just because she’s not physically with us anymore.
So, I’ve decided that in her honor, on her birthday every year, I am going to make a donation to a local shelter or ASPCA to be put towards the care and adoption efforts for the most skittish, fearful dog.
I want to give someone an extra chance of finding their Callie.
Because I guarantee, it will be worth it.