Paul came home from work tonight as I was pulling out of the driveway. I am not sure what happened because it happened so quick. I was finished with work and sitting on the couch to clear my mind, scrolling on Facebook. This beautiful pittbull appeared along side of a desperate plea for someone to adopt this dog. He was the perfect combination of meatball and cinderblock. I asked the person about him and she asked if I could come meet him right now? So there I was, no time to think. I jumped in the car. I drove to the address given, radio off. What am I doing? Am I ready to do this? I don’t really think I am ready. Sometimes I have to just trust life. Paul and I have both talked about how much we miss Phineas. But we also enjoy the equilibrium of the house. 95% of the animal duties I take care of, so I know this will be rightfully my project, my hobby. I pull up to the house and knock on the door. I was met with a hearty low and scary bark, just the way I like it. He had the...
This is our family's story of Ethan's heart transplant journey