Nonne 🇫🇮

Struggling to not cry while writing this. Sadly, our 10 year old Golden Retriever, Winston, has been diagnosed with an aggressive form of bone cancer. It is not survivable. I got Winston at the lowest point in my life, and in so many ways, he saved me. I was an alcoholic, single, so so depressed. I was a bitter, angry, selfish person. ...and I knew it So upon recommendation of a friend, I got Winston. And he changed my fucking life. I learned structure. I learned how to talk to strangers. I went outside every day on runs and walks. He gave me the discipline to wake up early. He gave me a reason to not stay out late. I learned that doing the right thing daily is what changes you, slowly. And because Winston needed me, I started becoming someone worth needing. But then, he didn't just become my dog. He became my wife's dog. My kid's dog. And he loved them with the passion of a thousand fiery suns. And I don’t think I’ll ever be able to explain what it means to watch a dog learn to love your kids as much as you do. He's the greeter. He's my shadow. A peacekeeper. The one constant, no matter what kind of day we’ve had. I'm gonna miss you so much.