In the old days, I had been known to point at dogs in the street and sputter callously, “That is why zoos exist. Animals should be behind bars.”
That was before ZsaZsa, our French bulldog, entered my life, albeit unbidden by this columnist.
When I told my cousin, Kate, that we were about to get a puppy, she effused, “The dog will make you a better person. You will love her.”
Wiser words never were spoken. Indeed, that little pup taught me, among so many other things, how to play, how to be patient, and how to be in the moment.
In short order, little ZZ created a family from my husband and me, and shared all the happy and not-so-happy moments with equal spirit, love, and loyalty.
Humbled, I have a new, zealous appreciation for the role our pets play in our lives and how — when we lose them — we can be as devastated as if we had lost a child. Read More