Angels Slobber Too
From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Me and My Dog
By Kelly Van Etten

Some pursue happiness, others create it.
~Author Unknown

One morning I had been married to my best friend, Mart, for 20 years, and the next I was a 43-year-old widow. I felt lost and wondered how I was supposed to continue living, and then an angel in disguise appeared to help me.

I don’t remember where I had been on the day that I discovered the path to my own personal angel. But I do recall realizing on my way home that I had not eaten in a long time. I stopped at a burger joint and bought a newspaper on my way in so I would have something to do while I ate alone. I still don’t know why I was looking through the classifieds. I never read them before. Mart would peruse them almost every day for a good deal on something we really didn’t need. I normally just read the front page and the entertainment section. But on this fateful day, I ate food I had no taste for and idly flipped through the classifieds. In just a few minutes my eyes filled with tears. There, in big bold letters, was the answer to a prayer that I had not yet uttered: “Rare — Clumber Spaniel for Sale.” (Keep reading)