Last week, I made one of the hardest decisions a pet parent can face: I chose to rehome our beloved dog.
It wasn’t because of love lost—far from it. But lately, my schedule has been relentless, and he’s spent more time in the kennel than curled up beside me. When I came home and heard his soft whimpering—gentle, aching, like a question that hung in the air—I knew something had to change. That sound stayed with me. It echoed through the quiet of the house and through my heart.
I tried everything. I posted adoption listings on multiple sites, hoping to find someone who’d love him as much as we do. But strangely, every post was flagged and removed. It felt like the universe was blocking me, or maybe nudging me toward something else.
Then I mentioned it to my brother—just a passing comment about the flagged posts and the weight of the decision. The next day, he called me back with unexpected news: our sister had just decided she was ready for a dog. She’d met a few, but none felt right. And when she heard about our pup, she said, “That’s the one.”
It was a moment of serendipity. Her household is perfect for him—opposite work shifts mean someone’s always home, and they have a spacious yard for him to roam and explore. Most importantly, she’s the kind of person who keeps her pets for life. No uncertainty. No second-guessing. Just love and commitment.
When she came to pick him up, she laughed and said, “It’s wild—I literally made up my mind last week to get a dog. I met a few, but didn’t feel a connection. I called our brother to vent, and he was like, ‘I know who has the right dog for you.’”
Four days later, our old friend had a new name, a cozy new bed, a vet appointment to establish care, and a Santa pup photoshoot on the calendar. He’s not just rehomed—he’s home.
And while my heart still aches a little, it’s hard to feel sad about a match like that. It feels like the universe conspired to give him the life he deserves. And I got to be part of that story.
Manifesting Freedom 