Please meet my very best friend, Moo. We’ve been together for nearly ten years, since she was just a two pound puppy. She’s been by my side through all the ups and downs of my journey in sobriety and I couldn’t ask for a better or more lovable companion. Occasionally I look at Moo and think of her as a puppy, in the final year of my drinking, and it takes my breath away to reflect on how vastly different my life was and how much has changed; I could have never imagined when she first came into my life where the years would take us. Even on the saddest days of my addiction, I felt the unconditional love of a dog who didn’t care about all the ways I was letting down and hurting those around me. No matter how unlovable I felt, I knew even then that she loved me, and it makes me love her even more today. I was fortunate enough that my parents could care for her while I was in treatment, and for some time after that – but as soon as Moo became an official Floridian, it was as if no time had passed. I am truly more obsessed with her each day, and can’t picture how empty my home would seem without her big personality.
These days, Moo goes pretty much anywhere I go. I’m not ashamed to admit I’m that girl who puts her dog in a purse and carries her everywhere. I often joke that Moo conspired to spread the coronavirus and encourage the work from home movement so that she and I could spend every second of our day together. Moo has adjusted quite nicely to having me work from home. She has become a recurring guest star on our teams’ Zoom calls where she pops up and gets front-and-center for the camera, she follows me from room to room when I pace around on phone calls and most importantly, she signals the end of the work day (or her need to go outside) every day at exactly 5 pm by sitting at my feet and growling until I get up and grab her leash.