You always hear the saying “You never know how precious something is until you lose it.” Well, I believe that’s the case in some scenarios. But when Wynston, my heart dog, was nearly mauled to death by a neighbor dog, I already knew how precious Wynston was.
One month prior to Wynston almost dying, my stepdad passed away after a long battle with cancer. I thought sitting on his death bed and kissing his forehead before the funeral home came for his body was traumatizing. Little did I know what I would experience a month later.
It’s no secret that Wynston is my life. And when you see your life torn in half, bleeding and screaming in agony on the sidewalk, things change.
I’ve learned a lot from my dog surviving a savage attack. BUT he survived. So let’s talk about how I’m feeling now.
