Today is not a good day. I got news last night that Rootbeer’s injuries were far too serious for him to ever make a full recovery and the decision was made to put him down. I won’t get into the details because it tears me up every time I read it, but you can read the full update here.
He spent his last moments surrounded by people who loved him, munching on pizza (I’m pretty sure this is the way I would want to go as well).
I really didn’t want to perform an act of kindness today – it’s been a rough morning for several reasons. But onwards I trudge. Because stubbornness always tends to win out over everything else with me.
I wanted to commemorate Rootbeer and wasn’t sure how. I could make another donation but that seemed like a cop-out. So instead, I packed a Ziploc bag full of kibble and set out into the city. Every day on my walk to work I pass by homeless people with dogs. In addition to all the everyday complexities of being homeless, I imagine that caring for a dog is that much more stressful.
It didn’t take long for me to stumble across a young guy sitting on a street corner with some sort of German Shepherd mix. I crouched down to pet his dog and asked him if he could use some kibble. He seemed very perplexed at first as I pulled out the humongous Ziploc bag, but after he realized what it was, he gladly accepted it.
I wish I could end this post by saying I had a super meaningful conversation with this guy, but I didn’t. I didn’t have it in me today. Instead, I patted his dog on the head one last time and retreated back home to the safety of my cocoon.
Total Kindness Cost: $0