As I wake up this morning, I am aware that a certain being beside my bed needs to be taken care of. This means that I have to get out of bed, fix her breakfast, and then walk out in the cold so that she can "park."
She is new in my life; and last spring I wasn't happy about the fact that I needed a new dog at all. But looking at things from this vantage point, I don't think I could have handled Meg's decline this year along with my own health difficulties and related mood instability. So as I am caring for Loretta this morning, I am not only thankful for this amazing dog who is sensitive to me emotionally and so good at doing her guide work, but I am also thankful that the timing of these things was right even when I thought it was so bad. I am thankful that Meg still has the opportunity to live a happy life and enjoy playing and that I am able to be a part of that life.