I do not have any pre-existing conditions.

I have a healthy body.

I have never been raped, I am not a veteran with PTSD, I do not have any mental health issues, I am not ever going to become pregnant or have children. I got nothing. Not even acne, acid reflux, heartburn. Never had a single migraine. Nada.

I was well taken care of as a child, I continue to take care of myself now, I’m taking it easy in life, and… I’ve just been lucky. 

I am well aware that others do not share my fortune, for whatever circumstances life has dealt them. I know people with the aforementioned conditions, friends and family, and will gladly contribute to their health care.

Strangers, I am okay helping you out as well.

Isn’t that the decent thing to do? Why is having money so much more important than taking care of one another? You call yourselves patriots, you want to keep immigrants out – America first, right? Yet you won’t care for your fellow citizens? Not even the elderly, the children?!

What in the actual fuck?!

Guess I will just have keep up the good fight and fight harder than ever before.


I’ve got spirit, how bout you?!

Thank you for all the love on my last post. It is definitely nice to know that messages of health and compassion towards animals are well received. This world is not so bad after all.

Folks, true to my nature, I am beyond myself with happiness as of lately (save for a rough day recently that was immediately followed by a spectacular one!). This happens every year. Spring awakens me, I am inspired, I am aroused, I am motivated. The longer days, the extra doses of sunshine, and the added warmth all play to my favor. This is the time of year that I am my busiest, most productive, and most social self.

Already, every weekend through June is spoken for (the only exception being Memorial Day Weekend, but maybe I can escape to Mexico because my soul is longing for a swim in my river). Volunteering, activism, concerts, festivals, parties, celebrations, 5Ks. Oy. I am not complaining. I love it.

The trouble is this, however: it never lasts.

Year after year, the happiness dissipates. It ceases to be effortless. I have to work to make it happen. Why?

Early last year – if you read back then and remember – I was very much focused on self-actualization and becoming my best self. I went on to learn to take control and remove what was stressful and negative from my life, because only by doing so would the universe receive me as I am meant to be. Only then could I fully contribute and heal the world in my own way.

In July, I ended my six-year-long relationship, thinking that it would allow me to re-center and grow, even bloom! It did not, mostly due to the fact that I continued to live with him until just four weeks ago. He held me back, but I allowed him to. It was my own doing, I enabled him. I am not here to speak ill of him. This may disappoint you, but I refuse. I do it at times, jokingly, and immediately regret it. I cannot emphasize it enough: he is a great man, intelligent, interesting, funny, sweet, romantic, creative, handsome, and I do not know how he put up with me for so long. What I do know is that somewhere along the way, the harmony between us went missing. Whose “fault” was that?

Avoiding the tangent.

Now that I have my own space, now that we are no longer roommates, now that we are friends, I am jumping back on my path. This time, I plan to stay on it on the permanent. For good. For evah evah.

Because the universe is abundant and cares for me, I was gifted with a Wellness Expo being held at the town conference center this weekend, only a couple blocks from my apartment. There were vendors selling energized crystals, psychics providing intuitive readings, life coaches, yoga instructors, the juicing crowd, the aromatherapy lot, manifestation masters, you name it! Everything up my spiritual alley!

I was initially planning to attend Saturday only, thinking that I would spend today with family. My parents ended up making their own escape to Mexico this weekend, though – those lucky punks – so I made sure to score a ticket for today as well.

I am so glad I did. There was much to learn, essential knowledge to absorb! Gosh, let me get my notebook out… I attended the following lectures:

  • Chakra Health and Lymph Drainage Oh, the importance of that second chakra… I went back to the exhibition hall to purchase crystals to help balance it! Also, managing the energy we intake from food. Go vegan, y’all. For real!
  • We are Channels Every Day! Being in the flow, allowing ourselves to be spiritual and experience what life has to share with us. Listening to our guides and signs. Opening the heart chakra to connect with others, especially those we think we dislike or those whom we lost our connection to.
  • Spirit Speaks We are spiritual beings having human experiences. Our spine is our antenna, transmitting and receiving information, powered by our brain, heart, and spirit. We can use this every day to improve our lives. We live in a world of infinite opportunity to create abundance.
  • Practice Happiness and Vibrate Higher Creator vs Victim Mentality, Fixed Mindset vs Growth Mindset, Neuroplasticity, Positive Psychology (connecting, meditation, gratitude, compassion, focus, setting intention)
  • Power Language: You are What you Think and Say Our thoughts are magnetic. We are not victims, we are co-creators. We can visualize for others, hold a space for them. Everything you have or don’t have is a result of what you thought. Get the universe to shift!

    Amazing stuff, huh?!

    After the last lecture today, I ventured to the exhibition hall one final time because my gut had been telling me all weekend that I needed more amethyst. I went to a booth I had passed earlier because they had chunks of it reasonably priced. Obsidian, green aventurine, and moonstone also caught my eye. I picked my stones carefully and lovingly. Apparently, the vendor took note of this and as I was inspecting, he chose a decorative om (with a $25 price tag) for me to take home free a charge. He felt my energy and knew I would appreciate it, he said. I did. I absolutely did.

    What an experience!

    And what beautiful beginnings! This time, I will stay on this journey. It will be grand and the world will be better because of it. I am going to be the change.

    Message me if you would like more information on the speakers and presenters from this weekend. Also, follow me on Pinterest as I gather more ascension, meditation, crystal healing, chakra balancing, and yoga resources.


    Whole lotta goodness!

    I have made an observation about my lovely neighborhood, one that may make it seem as though the people here are pretentious, but it is a noticeable one regardless. Everyone here is fit!

    I tell you, if I had a muffin top or more arm flab, I would stand out remarkably. Broadway brights or Vegas neons may as well point at me if I were to allow myself to put on some pounds. Men and women, young and old, all the picture of amazing health. Honest, even our more senior residents look fantastic! They are out there running circles with the fresh-out-of-college bunch. I have to say I kinda love it. It will definitely keep me motivated to stay in shape.

    I am back to trying a whole foods, plant-based diet. I look back on the last time I stuck to it and remember feeling oh-so-great. I slept well, I had an abundance of energy, my skin was clear, my hair was perfect, I could power through all my workouts with ease, and my body was bangin’. I want that again. I have been slacking for far too long, giving myself too much of a “break”, a break that only led to me not looking nor feeling my best.

    No more.

    There are now beautiful fruits and veggies in my fridge and freezer, nuts and whole grain breads and pastas in my pantry, a brand new water filter on the kitchen faucet, and determination swimming all throughout my body.

    Chipotle is still a must, although I will start forgoing the flour tortilla (maybe). And the one thing I cannot quit, the one thing I will allow myself to indulge in… is BEER. Good beer, I assure you, and not too frequently, I promise.

    This is for me, and as always, #fortheanimals.

    Love and health to you all!

    The scene is set.

    I have WiFi!

    Ah, it’s the little things.

    Welp, I have moved, friends. I have been here since last Saturday and I am completely in love with my new place and my neighborhood! My place is small – only 500 square feet, but absolutely perfectly sized for the minimalist life I want to lead. I do have a balcony, which is a total bonus, not all units have one. It happens to overlook one of the parks in the area, and one of the busier streets. People watching has already proven entertaining, I must say.

    If you turn around the corner of the hallway outside my front door, you quickly find an elevator that I will gladly use to take my bike downstairs, and my tired ass upstairs after rides and runs. Further down, there is a trash chute that saves me from making trips outside to a dumpster. I can also take the elevator down to the recycling bins that are located in the parking garage. This place is dope!

    If you turn left of my door and pass one more unit, you will arrive at the stairs that take you straight down to a swimming pool and game room. Oh, please hurry, summertime! Please come over, friends! Other buildings belonging to the same apartment community also house swimming pools, some larger than “mine”. I believe there are four total! The next building over from me houses the fitness center and others have beautifully landscaped courtyards… And I have access to it all!

    Then, of course, there’s the sports bar, the pubs, the pizza parlor, the taco bar, the sushi place, the Italian restaurant, the coffee shop, the bakery, the wine bistro. There is also a convenient convenience store that I will definitely be visiting as necessary because sometimes a girl just needs a Gatorade and Oreos. There are the parks that I have already mentioned – back to running soon! Man, it’s gonna be hard for me to ever want to leave this hood to hang elsewhere. Sorry, friends!

    I admit that I have not been out thus far, though. Unpacking, organizing, breaking down cardboard boxes, cleaning out the old place, etc., has taken up the entirety of my spare time and most energy. Once I am completely moved out of my previous apartment and completely settled in here, I will return to my natural state, that of a social butterfly.

    Hoolie wants to come over on nights she is off work.

    Lasa is in need of swimming pool time, she tells me.

    MexiBestie is always up for brunch and dranks.

    I am hoping Slow J, Rindsey, Cent, and The Cousins can make it out here too, their weekend work schedules be damned!

    I have also already met several neighbors, thanks largely to my pup who may actually be more social than I am, the big stinker. Hangs with them will likely happen simply because I will run into them anyway. Haha Some of them do yoga and other workouts at the big park. They just make up routines as they go! Count me in, y’all.

    Oh! Back to Resisting as well. My desk and work-space are nicely set up for me to do my thang. I am so proud of how well and neatly I have organized my books, notebooks, pens, markers, poster boards, and binders. I have my signed photo of Jane Goodall framed and sitting on a corner of my desk. I may very well print a photo of Bernie Sanders and add it, too. My heroes, my inspirations, still fighting the fights.

    Gosh, I am so happy. It is amazing what a change of scene can do for the soul.

    Have a wonderful weekend! Happy Spring!

    Another day to celebrate Mom!

    I wish people would say things to my face instead of running their mouths behind my back. Toughen up and be real. Intimidated much? Then do not say anything in the first place, and certainly DO NOT act as though you want to be my friend otherwise. That is unbecoming of people our age. C’mon now.

    Mama taught me early on to stay away from the likes of you. Gente podrida. No te llegan a los talones y no valen la pena.

    Mother knows best. She is the reason I am writing again tonight.

    I wanted to write yesterday, but the weather won me over. It was a gorgeous day – clear, sunny, and warm, with skies such a sweet blue, I understand why Bryce Avary croons as he does. I spent the majority of the day indoors, unfortunately. From the moment I stepped into my work at 7:15 am until the moment I stepped out at 5:15 pm – not a single second was spent outdoors. It was too hectic, but such is the field of medicine. It is what we signed up for.

    When I was able to leave, I went straight home. I changed out of my filthy scrubs, grabbed my pup’s leash, and headed right back out the door with him. I took him out on a mini-hike along the creek and wooded area that lie between our apartments and the animal shelter. Wooden crates strategically placed in the shallowest parts of the creek serve as crossing stones for us adventurous city dwellers. I learned that Pup is not apprehensive about being in water (yay!) and that having him fully vaccinated was definitely in our best interest (since he decided to have himself a drink). We splashed a bit, he sat and allowed me to take photos, I was able to soak up some rays, and all felt well.

    We were out for at least an hour, until we started losing the sun. I repeat, I emphasize: I am thrilled that Daylight Saving Time is upon us! More light! More adventure! Happiness!!!

    Back home afterwards: dinner, packing, shower, bed. No time for writing about…


    Hence me wanting to write about Mom. The woman who has empowered me since I can remember.

    The woman who bragged about her first-grader who learned to read and write in both Spanish and English. The woman who set me up to be a brainiac by enlisting me in my schools’ math and science teams. She displayed my trophies (and those of my brother) all in the living room, and dusted them carefully as needed. She saved all the certificates and awards we ever received. Where are our high school diplomas and college degrees? Her house, of course, because in a sense, she earned them. They belong to her, too.

    When I was a teenager, she would go on and on about how unique and creative I was because I would piece together one-of-a-kind outfits from thrift store finds. Did she annoy people when she talked about how I could pull off any outfit and how I wore clothes well, like a model? When people complimented my hairstyle back in my college years, she enjoyed telling them that I saved money by cutting it myself. If I ever post a photo of myself on Facebook, Mom always comments that I am gorgeous, even if I am purposely making an awful face in the photo, a habit I picked up from Dad.

    Years ago, I let her know that I will never have children because I don’t want to. She responded by praising me for knowing myself well enough to recognize that motherhood is not for me. She commended me for not bringing a child into the world if I am not going to be 100% devoted to my role as a parent. She said there were already many children who looked up to me and loved me, kids to influence, and there would be more (she was right). She instructed me to live my life and be happy.

    When I came out as an atheist, she quickly claimed that I am a better person than most people who call themselves Christian. She encouraged me to be myself and to continue on helping others, especially the little critters I love so much.

    I informed her I was going vegan… she had seen it coming and took it as a challenge to learn new recipes and modify her dishes she already knew I loved. She researched what to be wary of, found replacements for common ingredients, and obviously bragged about my willpower to stick to such a limited diet. She even started shopping at Whole Foods. My sweet little frugal Mexican mom!

    To this day, although I have done it for over a decade, she loves telling folks that I save animals for a living and do much more for them outside of work. She tells that it shows I have a huge heart. She says that with immense pride, I can tell.

    She loves that I am passionate about social justice and civil rights. She reminds me of this often. She asks me who she should vote for and why… adorbs!  She admires my sense of adventure, my youthful spirit, and my unrelenting humor, all traits she acknowledges I inherited from Dad and not herself. She is happy I have them regardless.

    I did pick up plenty from her, mind you. My compassion and empathy, my want to help others: gifts from Mom. I still do not feel that I am as selfless as she is, and doubt that I ever will be. My goodness, that woman does not know how to say no to pleas for help, even when she should! I continue to strive to be as nurturing as she is, and to be as great a friend. People love my mom. She is adored and respected.

    I admit I am stubborn like she is. Perhaps I should not be proud of this, but I get it from my mama so fuck it! Oh, my potty mouth. Yup. Got that from her as well.

    ¡Daisy, cabrona!

    In short, she is the woman I admired first and she is the woman I admire most. I grew up with a wonderful role model right in my home! Now, here I am about to take on a new phase in life, and I am undaunted. How could I be with her in my corner, her hugs and words of encouragement readily available to me? Her protective nature ready to strike if need be?

    Do not mess with us chingonas. ❤

    Happy belated Women’s Day, ladies. Much, much love.

    It’s the first of the month.

    It’s March. Oh, what a happy day. I look forward to this day every year, as soon as I finish celebrating Halloween. Now it is here and it brings much work with it.

    A couple weeks ago, I volunteered to be the social media manager for one of the non-profit groups I work with. I must have sold myself well because I was given the position within days of expressing interest. I will be sharing duties with two other volunteers, but I personally have already been tasked with the following:

    • creating a LinkedIn profile for the group
    • translating content to Spanish
    • managing incoming emails
    • launching a YouTube channel, which I will also need to create content for.

    I will be working my hiney off, without any monetary compensation, for – you should guess it – the animals! With how involved I have become with The Resistance against Trump, grassroots mobilization, and local politics, I quickly realized that I must also remember my most important calling… Animal activism.

    I may work with animals, adopt them, rescue them, advocate for them, and donate money to them, but that is simply not enough. Not for me anyway. I need to volunteer for them and with them as well. My life would lack fulfillment otherwise, and that is no way to live, right?

    The first three tasks are no sweat, I can easily manage, and actually got an early start over the weekend. The final task, though? That will take some creativity and self-educating. I am willing to do this because it will be additional skills to deepen my arsenal and again, it’s for the animals. I am already familiar with the ins and outs of YouTube, but downloaded a helpful book to my Kindle anyhow. It specifically focuses on tips for marketing via the channel, which happens to be our purpose.

    How about videography and film editing? Well, those are entirely different beasts that must be tamed. I purchased Digital SLR Video and Filmmaking for Dummies and recruited Che (his resume includes filming and editing documentaries and music videos) for help because lawd, I will need it. Badly. I am a complete dummy, a newb, clueless. I have no idea where to begin! Thankfully, we are not launching until April so I at least have some time to try to get my shit together. Lots to do and learn this month.

    Wish me luck.


    In other news, it’s moving month! Packing has commenced thanks to all the boxes that I can just bring home from work. I will likely be returning them to work after the move because, in case you did not know, we should all recycle all that we can. #loveourplanet

    In even more news, important people at work like me! What?

    Not too long ago, COBane – my friend and coworker – jokingly told me that she hated me. Okay, Yankee, I don’t get you. She explained that she overheard Bossman say he wished every employee was more like me, always positive and smiling. (Ha! I can just imagine her rolling her eyes when she heard that!) Then last week one of the head honchos told me that every department and doctor wishes that I worked for them. Is that so? Really? Me? Um, awesome! Thank you for sharing!

    My eyes are starting to cross. No more writing. No further details.

    Cannot elaborate. Must sleep.

    Good night.

    Fine. Be winter.

    It’s so close, y’all. Oh so close.

    Spring. Warmth. Joy. 

    No dresses today since the weather is cold, wet, gloomy, dreary, and uninspiring without relent.

    The weekend, though? Highs in the 70s. I am planning my outfits already! Bare legs, bare shoulders, bare heart!

    Please hurry to me, weekend. I need you.

    As for you, Texas… I love you so much. I don’t think I could ever leave you.

    Here comes the sun.

    The weather here has been absolutely gorgeous, it has been everything I have needed to keep a clear mind and a peaceful existence. I have been dressing for warmth, wearing less layers, feeling less weighed down. Give me this always, Universe!!!

    Look, there is something about my legs.

    When it is below freezing outside, you will find me completing my runs, however long they may be – 3 miles, 10 miles, whatever – in running shorts with my legs entirely exposed. I feel so confined in pants. I have been told that I just haven’t found the right pair, that I may need to see running pants as an investment and pay extra bucks for “high quality”, but I call bullshit. I just do not like them, end of discussion. They restrict my range in motion, I am limited, and I cannot handle that. I need my range in motion.

    One night last month, Che and I went to a show in my old East Dallas neighborhood to see a band that only he, out of all my friends and acquaintances, has also heard of. The weather that day had been pleasantly warm, but I was fully aware that once the sun set, temperatures would drop and covering up would be necessary. Meh – I wore a dress anyhow, sans tights underneath, and simply threw a jacket on (my arms aren’t quite as tough). We ended up parking several blocks from the restaurant where we had decided to do some pregaming, and Che became needlessly concerned for my comfort when we got out of his car to start walking. In actuality, all I wanted was to dance through the streets, boogie my way towards our destination, to let my legs loose with the freedom that a few extra degrees on the thermometer had afforded them. I felt good.

    I have continued to feel good, because we have not had much of a winter. Oh, how I dreaded this winter, without my pup and having to finish out my lease (Updates #2 and #3 coming soon!). The weather has stayed reasonably warm for the most part, however. Lately? I have worn nothing but dresses, let my legs roam free, save for when I am at work and when I am running. It has been lovely, I have been lovely. As it turns out, I had little to dread at all.


    Last night, my best friend and I (after watching the new Fifty Shades movie LOL) enjoyed patio time at a bar in the neighborhood that I will be moving to. We updated each other on our personal lives (so much can happen in the nine days you go without seeing one another), but mostly discussed how we both want to approach the current state of our country.

    The election of Trump has motivated her to become more involved and active, which I must say makes me happy. Silver lining, y’all. There has been an awakening, people are angry, people are learning how they can make a difference, and they are doing it. We are doing it. I know what we are capable of, I have seen Southwest Airlines drop SeaWorld after we protested outside their headquarters, Ringling Bros is no more after years of protests at their shows, Dallas Animal Services received more funding after showing up and speaking at city council meetings, resolutions and platforms were passed and adopted at our state Democratic convention. There is power in numbers and persistence. Nobody can deny that.

    Bestie asked me for guidance in fighting the fight. I am inviting her to every meeting, every round-up, every rally. We have already attended a few events together, and that piece of shit hasn’t even been in office for a month. We shall do good together. I could not be more grateful to have her as a best friend, nor could I be more proud.

    After having enough to drink, we closed our tabs and made our way back inside the bar and out the main entrance. Quiet. Calm. Peaceful. Surprising for a Saturday night – a very nice one at that. We walked about fifteen or twenty feet and passed a gate to a residential entry. I pulled my phone out to open an email I received from the leasing office just after I had been approved for my place. The address (my address) in the email matched the address posted on that gate. You see, the property is made up of ten buildings in the area, and although I had an idea of the general location of mine, I could not point it out with certainty. That was it, though. No doubt anymore.

    I looked up at my beautiful new building, looked around at what could potentially be my view, and once again became elated. Once we looked around enough, we headed back to Bestie’s car, a walk that I am sure will become very familiar to me and my friends. Can… not… wait.


    In short, my year is off to a wonderful start. I feel empowered, inspired, admired, and loved. When moving is out of the way and I have settled down a bit, my intention is to become even more busy. I have resigned from volunteering at Operation Kindness since it will no longer be a short walk from where I live. As much as I will miss it, my plan is to volunteer at the Humane Society instead, which will also mean seeing my other best friend Cent (she is the assistant director there) more frequently. I absolutely hate the saying, but two birds, you know?

    And of course, there will be plenty of work to do for the disenfranchised. Ready for it.

    So take that, seasonal affective disorder! You are not getting this gal. Daylight Saving time will begin one month from today, spring will follow shortly thereafter, the threat of winter weather will continue to decrease, the days will get longer, and I will be even happier.

    Yes. Here comes the sun.

    Update #1

    This year is off to a promising start.

    I have been approved for my new place, a place that allows pets, including big dogs! The location is perfect, only two miles from my job. I can either run to work or take the bus when I am lazy (let’s be real – I’ll be riding the bus! haha). A short walk from my place, the transit center stands, giving me the ability to get to just about anywhere in DFW, including downtown Dallas and home to East Dallas.

    There are at least three or four nearby parks. The one closest to me holds concerts and salsa (as in the Latin dance) classes in the summer. In the fall, it hosts Shakespeare Dallas productions. The larger park, the one I have to cross a road to get to, holds the largest Fourth of July and Oktoberfest celebrations in the metroplex.

    There is an abundance of retail spaces on the ground level of all the buildings in the area. A couple bars, several restaurants – including a pizzeria and a bakery that each have vegan options on their menus! – cafes, a yoga studio, you name it. The whole area is very dog-friendly, pooches allowed on patios and such.

    Another short walk away is the town’s convention center and theater. I am already eyeing a health expo to be held there in April.

    Y’all, I am going to be walking everywhere! If I ever find myself bored, I will likely just march myself downstairs and outdoors, stroll around, and see what is going on!

    By the way, my apartment is on the second floor, which means below me, there is not a residency. It will be retail space. I am going to stomp around (as I do with some of my home workouts) as I please! Hopefully, there will be no noise complaints!

    I have mentioned dogs a couple times. Did you catch that?


    That’s a post in and of itself. Soon.

    I hope everyone is off to an amazing start this week. Much love!


    Bye, buddy.

    The day arrived.

    Of course it would, it was a given, one thing I could always be certain of. This day would come. I am fortunate and thankful that it took sixteen years. Still, that does not make the pain any easier to withstand. As many years as I got, it could never be enough. No finite amount of time could be sufficient.

    I had to say goodbye to the love of my life, my buddy, my constant companion, my sweet boy, Canelo Dog.

    In all honesty, I always feared that the time leading up to the decision would be awful, that I would be unsure and hesitant, that I would be too damn emotional to think clearly and do what was right. Oh, but that pup. I mean, he was simply perfect, right through the end! One look at him that morning and I knew. There was no doubt in my mind that our time together had come to its end.

    He was ready. My perfect pup had to leave me.

    I held him, and with tears streaming down my face and his soft face resting in my trembling hands, I said, “Okay.”

    I told him that I understood and that it was okay, that he could go. I thanked him for being such a tremendous source of happiness, for always putting matters into perspective, for being my priority and making every damn mishap in my life seem trivial in comparison to him. I let him know that he was a good boy and that I loved him. I loved him more than anything.

    I tried to assure him that I would be all right, although I knew that it would take a while for me to get there. And again, I repeated to him that I loved him.

    It was a beautiful morning, almost as perfect as he was. The kind of morning that would have led to us taking longer walks than usual. Fuck, I already miss my walks with him.


    A few days earlier, it had become pretty apparent that we were nearing the end, and so I group-messaged the five most important ladies in my life.

    • Mom (One of two people who let me keep Canelo; I was sixteen years old then)
    • My cousin, Ellie (aka Canelo’s wonderful petsitter)
    • My three closest, dearest, absolute best friends…
      Wizzo (bestie since elementary school)
      Cent (bestie for ten years, first friend I made when I moved back to Dallas, animal rescuer extraordinaire)
      MexiBestie (fellow member of the veterinary medicine field, knows well how these matters go)

    They know me best, they knew my bond with Canelo best, the first three have known my boy since he was a puppy. All five would know the right things to say, they would be solid support. I could not keep news of such a life-changing event from them. I had to let them know. 

    Their sweet responses did not fail me. Of course.

    I decided to message them again that final morning,

    We are saying goodbye today. I love you all so much!!!

    I could feel their hearts breaking for me and I could feel their love. It was the push I needed to be brave. They were all I needed and even though they could not physically be there with me, I felt the comfort of their solace and sympathy. I will be forever grateful to them.

    I am also grateful to the countless people who have taken the time to write sweet notes to me via Facebook and text messages. Since that day, I have been posting daily photos of my pup as a sort of tribute to him. So many friends have taken the time to write such sweet words of encouragement and console.

    Some that have moved me the most:

    What a beautiful relationship you both will ALWAYS have for each other. You raised the bar on how to love and care for our furbabies, especially as they grow older. Much love to you and Canelo Dog, Daisy. You’ve done absolutely everything right by him

    Oh Daisy, I’m so sorry. Seeing your posts about your sweet old man loving his walks and celebrating yet another birthday warmed my heart. It hurts like hell when their soul finally outlives their body. Those memories you share though will be with you forever. 💕

    Oh Daisy I am so, SO sorry to hear this. Carlo (14 yo) and I have always looked up to you and Canelo Dog as the epitome of human/doggie bond. I’m hugging all of my crew but especially Carlo a little bit harder tonight. Hugs to you my friend.

    So sorry for your heartache, so happy for his beautiful life. What a lucky guy to have been your dog.

    What an amazing and wonderful life he had! I can only be so lucky to have my pups as long, and to have the amount of love for them that you have for Canelo. Truly a beautiful example of the human animal bond and what it means to love a dog.

    When I think of well-loved dogs, I think of Canelo Dog.

    Are my friends not incredible? How awesome that Canelo and I have inspired others! I had no idea, but I am happy for it. And I am glad that my love for him showed, that it was evident that he was my everything. What more could I ask for? I cried when I read those comments, but I smiled as well. Honest.

    I also asked that friends make donations to the Humane Society of Dallas County in memory of Canelo Dog. I hope that they did. I hope it helps his legacy live on, through whatever critters the money ends up helping. Wouldn’t that be great? His life would continue to matter, just as it always has. It always will, though, regardless.

    You know what else has brought me comfort? Work. I went back the following day because I felt the urge to be around dogs. I realized almost immediately after I lost him that for the first time in over twenty years, I do not have a dog. My heart broke a little more when my mind came to this awareness. I wanted nothing more than to hold and hug a dog, which is exactly what I was able to do at work. It is what I am planning to do again tomorrow. Thank you, job.

    Ugh. Time to watch The Walking Dead and not care nearly as much about who dies as I would have before I lost my pup.

    Thank you for reading. Hug your critters. Love them, be patient with them, forgive them. They’re animals and that is why we love them, right? Be grateful for all the moments with them. If you are feeling generous, donate to the Humane Society.

    With love.