Bubbles
I lost my beloved pitbull Cissy in early 2023.
We were together 13 years where we went on road trips, moved from one condo to another, and enjoyed as many parks as we could explore. It is absolutely true though - grief is love that has no place to go.
I just could not shake the sadness that enveloped me so I began volunteering at CAPS every Sunday to process my loss.
And then I met Bubbles. Her kind eyes and quiet demeanor were quite comforting to me. I knew my role was to walk her and spend a moment to socialize, but I also felt she was rescuing me from a melancholy I couldn't escape.
One Sunday, I was unable to leave her at the shelter, and adopted her that day.
Today, Lady Bubbles enjoys naps in the dappled sunlight, lazy walks in the parks, and more naps in my lap. Her days are filled with acoustic Spanish guitar playing in the background as she decides which princess bed to relax in (she has three).
Now I know how a lottery winner feels. Because I hit the jackpot with her. -Elizabeth R