After Rose, the hole in my heart was huge- I was sad and cried easily. I found solace in keeping busy; my gardens flourished that summer. Finn mourned her as well. But time does heal and the therapy that comes from hiking daily gently worked its magic and we both began to mend. As the grief became bearable and the darkness lifted, I started thinking about adopting another dog. Continue reading “Serendipity, Thy Name was Patti Mayonnaise”