I've stayed away from social media for most of today after seeing the news going around. But now it's the end of the day, and I want to tell you all about Angel.

Angel was a pitbull who was rescued from someone who was considering a very wrong decision because they thought she would be too much trouble. The guy who rescued her put a lot of time and love into training her.

And then he went to prison for something...I never got the whole story. Angel lived on an empty farm. The man who owned the farm would go by and leave food, but Angel didn't want to leave the farm. There were concerns when people moved in that she might not take well to them. Actually, she loved having a family on her farm again!

She was very protective of the farm and every creature who lived there. So when my sister-in-law was driving me across the country to go live on the farm, she warned me that I may need to be properly introduced to Angel.

We got there around 2am. I hadn't seen my husband in two days because he flew there. We had left my home to escape the trauma that had happened earlier in the year. I was exhausted.

Dogs were being pointed out and identified, rooms being pointed out and directions given... I asked where Angel was.

She was the one jumping on me and wagging her tail! Everything about her said, "You're my best friend I never met before! I'm so glad you came home!"

When I refused to let people be near me, she came and put her head in my lap. When I felt worthless, she demanded I look at her. When I walked off in rage in the middle of a blizzard, she tracked me down and refused to go back without me.

I told her every secret except one. The day before her last vet appointment, I sat out on the front porch with her laying on me and told her that last secret.

She chose to spend the night in our room that last night. The next day, I shared my cheese with her during lunch. I share cheese with NOBODY. And then it was time for the last appointment. And I keep a bottle of her ashes on my shrine to Hekate.