This post is a part of an 8-day series.
Today is October 4th, the day that I have returned home from Alpharetta, Georgia. When I received that very special phone call from Canine Assistants on New Year’s Eve, they said this would be the day I’m returning home, and that’s when I knew immediately. This whole experience was meant to be a part of my journey. Thirteen years ago today my life changed for the better, and the very best furry friend a girl could ask for came into my life. His name was Fred, and he was my first service dog. Now, on October 4th, I am starting a brand new journey with Wish, an ever so gentle service pup who has kindly picked me to be her forever home. Some may call this a coincidence, but I see this as a sign.
These two pictures you are looking at were taken thirteen years apart to the day…in the very same location with (ironically) the very same autumn decor. Even after Fred’s passing, today’s return home with a new service dog was an obvious sign that he is still watching over me from above. From the very moment he left this earth, I see little pieces of him throughout the day. And, just yesterday, I received this text from my brother: “God just gave us a little sign that Fred is still around and looking after you. I was waiting in line at Pet Smart buying Wish’s bowls and treats and the woman in front of me was with her dog named Fred! How weird is that?”
It’s not weird. It’s just Fred reminding us that he’s always going to take good care of me and Wish from this day forward.
Welcome home, my little love.