I don’t live with an attitude of gratitude anymore. I’m not a grateful person like I was during my Everybody Loves Sammy and Dr. Harp Seal days. All of that changed when Patrick and Sammy died and then the carnage of Covid.
But, that doesn’t mean that I don’t remember how grateful I was when Mookie Daddy was returned to me. I left Puerto Rico on March 28th, 2019. A week prior to that I adopted Mookie out to a family in Puerto Rico. I was absolutely heartbroken as I loved him more than anything.
When I arrived in Miami with Sammy, Henry and BabyLady, I realized that adopting Mookie out was a horrible mistake. In other words, did it really matter if it was 4 small dogs instead of 3 small dogs? – No. It would not have made a difference at all. But, I didn’t know that until I got to Florida. Upon that realization, I was totally crushed by that mistake on top of being heartbroken in his absence. When you adopt an animal out, it’s kind of like death. Meaning you will never see them again.
4 months later in August, the family that adopted Mookie called me and asked if I would take him back. I got the call while I was at work. I was so shocked that I almost fell out of my chair. The mother was going in for surgery and between recovering and her kids, she was not going to be able to take care of Mookie anymore. One week later on August 10th, 2019, my sweet little Mookie was back in my life. It was like death had been reversed.
Mookie is the sweetest boy in the world with his little kisses and tail wags. He has the best disposition. Mookie is so happy that sometimes he just rolls on his back waving his front paws up and down. He used to do that in Puerto Rico with me. Mookie remembers how happy we were and that happiness has been reinstilled upon us being reunited. There’s a very special bond between Mookie and myself. And that bond is unbreakable and unshakable.
Mookie and Dad, together Forever.
Please Drive With Compassion. There are stray animals in the street.