I’m a dog person. I love all animals, but dogs are my favorite. I had a dog when I first got married named Billy. Billy was a great dog, but the timing and circumstances in my life weren’t what they should have been to give Billy the best life possible. When I got divorced Billy ended up at our local SPCA. I was heartbroken that I hadn’t been able to give him the life he deserved, but thankfully another family was able to do what I couldn’t. I moved to an apartment where I couldn’t have pets, and just sort of figured I’d never have another dog.
After living in my apartment ten years, I got the idea of having a dog stuck in my head. I looked at our animal shelter’s page daily, and even looked on online rescue and for sale boards to get an idea of what was in our area. I could not get the idea of having a dog out of my head. There were times where I would be laying on the couch when my sons were at their dads, and could completely envision a little dog curled up on the couch with me.
Then one day our SPCA posted a picture of a dog that I decided I had to have. At that point, there was no stopping me. I filled out the application, and agonized over whether or not my landlord would trust me to have a dog after this long, and having proven myself to be a good tenant. My mom dropped off my application, and I quietly freaked out as I waited to hear if I would be approved. Not only did my landlord approve, but he gave me his blessing as a fellow dog lover. Only when my mom called to tell me I was approved, she told me that the dog I was interested in had another family interested too, and that the shelter staff (they already knew me since my mother had been an employee) said that there was another dog that they thought would be a better fit for us.
I rushed down to the shelter, and there she was! I knew as soon as I saw my little Sophie she was coming home with me. An hour later, she was next to me in the car, and she was off to her forever home. She is exactly what I envisioned for us, and we spend many evenings cuddled up on the couch together just like I planned.
So why is she the key to life? Because of how I knew she would be here before she came. Whenever I focus like I did when looking for her, I get what I need out of life. Whenever I set clear intentions, and think about those things like they’ve already happened, they eventually come to pass. Some aspects of it may change, like applying for another dog, and coming home with Sophie, but when something about it changes, it changes to make the situation even more perfect.
When I don’t do these things, and I don’t trust that things will adjust to be just as they should be, I don’t get the same results. Whenever I want to accomplish something from now on, I’m going to look to Sophie and remember how she came into our lives. Not only does she make our life so much happier, she reminds me just how much I can do if I just know it will all work out.