When I went to pick a puppy that February morning in 2006, there were A LOT of puppies running about going absolutely nuts. It was a large litter. Bea was the only black puppy and was sitting off to the side, sizing things up calmly. I knew immediately that he was the puppy for me.
It has been an adjustment to life without my Bea, but I know he is off to his next assignment and it is not a goodbye. Rather, I think of it more so as “until we meet again”.