It apparently has been a year since the zone came to live with me. It was an awkward situation. Two weeks after the beast had passed away. Exactly fourteen days. The zone was driven four hours to meet me. Things happened faster than I intended. I still often if it is the right decision, but she will stay. She was in fosters and the kennel for a long time. She is also a good dog. A fun dog. We make it work. Like now she is in under the covers on the bed while I try to get motivation to cease my procrastination of daily chores.
A year. Oh what a year it has been. There have been good and bad. That is the way it has always been with life. I’m good with it, but I wouldn’t be opposed to the next one having a little less of those “Is it over yet” moments.