r.i.p. drama...

When my BFF put her dog to sleep a couple of years ago, she confessed, "I loved that dog more than I like most people." And I was like, damn. But you know what? It's real.

I adopted my bad ass dog from the North Shore Animal League during one of the most challenging times in my life: while waiting for my liver transplant. From the outside, you might think that I rescued her from an animal shelter. But truth be told, Drama rescued me.

She kept my company when I felt most alone, made me laugh when all I wanted to do was cry and was a reason to get out of my bed on the scary days that I thought I couldn't take another step. Without saying a single word (or even bark) Drama never left my side.

*Granted, if you ever, ever, ever made the mistake of letting the runaway queen off the leash at the beach/ park it'd take forever and a day for her to heed the command words and come back. But I digress...

Over twelve and a half years, I watched Drama grow from an awkward chubby puppy who refused to play fetch into a big ass old dog who had way too many likes and dislikes for a 4-legged animal and clearly thought she was the boss of me.

And foreal, forreal? She totally was.

I am so lucky for all time we shared.