Goodbye Izzy!

IMG-20150126-WA0000About a year ago, my son Jordan used his hard-earned savings to buy a lovely chocolate lab puppy which he named Isabella or Izzy for short.  Jordan did a great job learning how to take care of Izzy, always feeding her the best.  I am not a pet person, but I quickly fell in love with her.  Izzy was not a rocket scientist (I am told that few dogs really design rockets…) but she had boundless energy and loved those close to her without limits.  She spent nights with Jordan on his bed.

At the same time, Jordan took on a job that demanded more and more time away from his home.  I tried to help by taking Izzy for walks a few times but Izzy was bored at home and started to chew on the carpet and on anything wood around the house (causing expensive damage…) When Jordan took on a new job this month, he realized that he needed to find a new home for her.  My friend Ronalda found Izzy a family with a stay-at-home mom and a large backyard to run. Yesterday, her new family picked Izzy up at Jordan’s apartment, and then she was gone… I am very sad about Izzy leaving, even as I write this post.  I never thought that I would feel this way about a pet, but Izzy was so unconditionally loving that it was hard not to fall in love with her.

IMG_2377I know that Jordan is 100 times more upset than me about Izzy’s departure. At the same time, I am very proud of my son for his decision to do the right thing for Izzy, no matter how much it hurt him to do so.

I will not forget you Izzy 🙂
Love, grandpa…

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