It’s not about the price you pay … but rather, the cost
When I was a year old, we had a dog named Fluffy. Around the age of 8, my brother and I were allowed to visit the pound to get another dog for our small family. We chose the sad one lying in the corner as opposed to the one jumping on the bars, excited to see us. Funny how I remember that all these years later. My mom named her Poco. (Yes, after the band.) However, as a child, you do not fully understand exactly what a dog adds to your life. So, following her loss, it ultimately cost us some sadness. Time passed by. Life went by. And it wasn’t until I bought my first home ...