– Jill Jones
I had a pug at one point in my life.
We shared a love/dislike relationship. Most of the time I either loved to dislike it, or more times than not, disliked the fact that I actually loved it.
The love part wasn’t truly apparent until after it was struck and killed by a car.
Soon after this tragic event, I found myself in the grocery store, cruising the aisle for various sundries. I remember this elderly woman strolling down the opposite side. I smiled as I usually do. She looked at me with a concerned look and said, in a thick southern accent,”Son, are you okay? You look like you just lost your best friend.”
Needless to say, I took this opportunity to let loose.
She hugged me as if I were her own. After I stopped my carrying-on, she said to me, “Everyone and everything is in your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime”.
Somehow, that made me feel better.
I’m still not sure what it means.