I do like happy endings - in real life, that is, not as the final credits roll on a romantic comedy (You know, I don’t hear so much about this genre nowadays - are “rom-coms” going out of style?)
Anyway, I am grateful to a lovely woman who lives near us, whose compassion and love for abandoned pets is unfathomably deep and wide. Quite often, these are dogs and cats that have never been pets, but are just out there on the street. It was through her that we got our crazy rescue dogs, Freddie and his little sister Lulu, who are now part of the family; Freddie is needy (no more male dogs for me!) and demanding, Lulu is cool and funny. They love each other, and us. We grew very close during the stay-at-home COVID era, and now I am beginning to wonder if they are, in fact, human beings behind their big melting brown eyes.
So when the dog rescue lady shared one of her latest stories, I felt all warm and fuzzy. It was of a small dog who had run away during one of our recent daily (and quite violent) thunderstorms, but was eventually found on a construction site, being fed by the workers, in a wet and bedraggled state. Found!
It made me think: true stories can be sweet. There can even be happy endings!
And compassion, sometimes seemingly in very short supply, is still out there, too.
