It is with a heavy heart that I write concerning the passing of a consummate Mighty Mutt: our beautiful little beagle, Julia. We adopted our little girl at the end of 2011, when we assume she was about 7 years-old.
Though technically we ‘rescued’ her, it was she who saved our hearts. The story of how Julia found us is miraculous, needs to be shared, and affirms my belief that our dogs never ever really leave us.
In April 2011, we had to say goodbye to Winston, our family dog of 16 years. I was 16 when Winston joined our family and 32 when we said goodbye. He was there for me through high school, college, law school, a judicial clerkship, post-grad law school, and finally real life. Winston was our best friend, our brother, our father, our priest, our conscience.