The cold would likely have killed a little puppy that I picked up off the highway when I was heading home on New Year's Day. I had been to the gym in the early evening. As I was turning onto our dirt road from the tarmac, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. It was a puppy, scared and a bit wet from coming out of the field ditch. I brought the little one home, fed him, and picked about a dozen ticks off. We both thought that he was the smartest pup because he did not once use his crate for pooping or peeing.
I sent emails to the local vets and rescue groups with his cute photo. Several people called about him. Last night, he was adopted by a couple who seem to be a good fit for the puppy. As with any animal, I told them that if he didn't work out, to bring him back. He definitely is adorable and very smart.
Sadly, there is tragedy already started so quickly in 2015. Sickening world news of senseless killing, martyrdom, and all the other crazy happenings that make me want to retreat to the island, boat or barn and isolate.
And locally, a man who I have known for over 30 years lost his only son to suicide on January 6. The young man, age 22 was a senior in college, and had been distraught because of a breakup with his girlfriend. I cannot begin to imagine this kind of pain for the parents or the kind of despair that the son felt to want to die.
And I keep thinking to myself that I am lucky to be here. To have survived this long in spite of so many things that might have also taken me down. I hope that my luck in living continues. And I hope that those who are in despair today will find some comfort eventually. I remain upbeat today. Happy to be healthy and to have a lot of living to do.