My Dull Life Blog

March was supposed to be a good start to a great Spring, but instead I lost the biggest part of my soul on March 1st. I woke up that morning invigorated, ready to start my day, head to work and laugh and smile with all I met. My goal for the day crumbled when my best friend, a four legged ball of love, who after 17 years and 9 months, just couldn't fight on anymore. Chance was what I had named him, after adopting him from shelter in Hopkington, NH. He had been a skittish boy when we first met, unsure of me, of my family, of his surroundings, but it was within this meeting that I could feel the greatest connection I would ever have with anyone or anything. That day we took him home, not before making a quick pit stop at a Kohl's as Chance had gotten ill from his nervousness of being in a car for the first time since he'd been found in a cardboard box.  There wasn't a moment where I didn't have him by my side. We spent times at the baseball field down the road f