Over the years I’ve had other best friends. Shannon was the dog that landed with me when I got my divorce. I spent ten years living with the man I married because he was willing to take me away from my parents and give me hope of a better life. And in some ways he tried. Far from perfect, he did help me to learn to do many things on my own. Just not everything. So, when he left I was devastated! I still did not believe I could do for myself. Those last years we were both working and going to school and without him, I couldn’t have done that much. The last day of classes at FAU, when I completed my bachelor’s degree, I came home to find my husband had put all the belongings he wanted into our 2nd car. He wanted to tell me in person, to my face, that he was leaving. He left me the newer car and most everything we’d had left after 10 years of marriage. I’d never trusted him, I tested him all the time, and sure enough my predictions had come true- he was leaving and I was worthless, alone and unloved.... until someone dumped a puppy in my hands and swore- please take care of her, we’ll be back soon as the landlord says we can keep her. And those guys never came back for their puppy and she became mine, and I couldn’t give up, I couldn’t end my life, I was needed. And I was loved, and I went on-
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