It’s December. Another year has almost expired on this ride around the sun. It’s been an impossible four months since we moved out of our house. It feels like just yesterday, and yet also like forever ago. The reality is… our time here is short.
Two years ago today, while still reeling from the loss of Maddy, and completely unsure we were ready for another dog, I nonetheless sent Jim to the Humane Society to look at a black dog named Jones. I then received a text picture of a dog named Porter and the message “Meet Porter, when I hugged him, he just leaned in for the hug”. That evening, Porter became a Delameter.