We had a puppy for sixty hours. We'd been hunting shelters for months, looking for a little one who would grow up to be a big, sturdy, family dog. We wanted to teach him to swim and to catch. We wanted to rub his belly and to tell him how beautiful he is.
We didn't know he was sick when we picked him up or about a common but deadly virus that young immune systems aren't ready to handle. He was admitted to the hospital less than twenty-four hours after we met him. He passed away in the night two days later.
What's staggering is the way he filled our hearts so quickly, ballooning them with his helplessness, making us helpless ourselves. And then, how unexpectedly vulnerable we were, with these swollen hearts and our wispy prayers. How sudden and stunning the certain burst.