Today talented blogger and author, Kyra Lennon, is celebrating the release of her new novella; If I Let You Go with a Letting Go Bloghop. Participants are sharing (in 500 words or less) an experience about letting go. Kyra, and her Mum, will be hopping around the blogshpere reading the entires and the winner gets an Amazon gift card. Which they can use to buy Kyra's new book If I Let You Go and her first book Game On.
How I Let Go...
When I was ten years old I got my very first dog. Our family had dogs before, but this one was mine. A beautiful German Shepherd puppy that I picked from the litter of a family friend. I don't know why I named her Coffee; a possible premonition of my future love of coffee, or maybe my current coffee passion is symbolic of my love of her.
Growing up I lived in a very rural area with few neighbors. But finding playmates ceased to be an issue after I got my Coffee. She truly was a girl's best friend. Each morning, Coffee and I would take long summer walks through the fields; play fetch, (which she trained me at better than I trained her), and end our evenings curled up in front of the TV.
One morning, my older brother got up before me and let Coffee out for her morning business. What we did not realize was that my little puppy was in heat. Sadly, she wandered off our un-fenced property in an attempt to satisfy her hormones. When I realized what had happened, I was devastated. Our family looked and looked for my precious Coffee, but we could not find her.
Almost a year later, while taking a different route home, I noticed a full grown German Shepard fenced in a yard several blocks away. With just one look, I knew it was my Coffee. I told my big brother and we went back and talked to the family. They denied everything; but, I knew it was my dog.
A few hours later a small V.W., with a huge German Shepherd in the back, pulled into our driveway. The family told us that they had found the dog and locked her up. This dog, just as I suspected, was my Coffee.
I was so happy to have found her, but that happiness was short lived. My mom explained that Coffee had been gone so long, she didn't know me anymore, she was their dog now.
Right there in the driveway, squished in the back of a tiny V.W, was my Coffee, My best friend, and I couldn't have her. Getting her back would have been wonderful for me; but confusing for her. She didn't know me, anymore. To take her would mean tearing her away from the family she had come to know and love. I wanted my dog back so bad, I had to let her go. With tears in my eyes, I agreed with my mom and let Coffee go.
|A replica of my Coffee|