Almost four years ago, my mom died. It was sudden and terrible, and the worst emotional pain I have ever felt.
At the time, I didn't think my heart would ever heal, because while in the thick of that sort of deep, almost unbearable pain, optimism just wasn't on my to-do list. It felt like someone reached into my body and pulled out a chunk of my soul - you know, if souls had chunks. If you've lost a parent, you probably understand the feeling.
Right away, I started seeing a therapist, because my grief stirred up all types of emotions and feelings I never knew I could have. She said she thought it would be a good idea if I got a dog. And since I love dogs and happiness, she didn't have to tell me twice.