hard + deep

Jackie Robinson My Heart

We had this romantic story in our minds that we’ll adopt a shelter dog, save him from death or some other trauma; that he’ll come into our home and “behave” and love us instantly.

We thought, “What one dog gets the worst rap? Pit bulls? Ok, let’s do that.”

We were naive.
We were young and wild and free.
And now here we are.

I really didn’t know what I was getting into.
Sure, my heart melts at the thought of any dog getting euthanized but my heart was put to the test this time. We got him.
This is my life now.
Things have changed.

He snores next to me tonight.
He shifts and nudges his way into his blanket and sheet.
His nose tucked deep into darkness and sleep.
He looks rested and at ease.

I sigh.
It’s going to be a long road.
He’s scared and sensitive to sound — anything.
Dish hitting sink, neighbor’s footsteps in apartment, traffic outside.
Through him, I see just how loud life can be.

What a journey so far. It’s been 2 days and it feels like a month.
Lil’ man, I will love you hard. And deep. And long.
The worst of your days are over.