All I ever knew about owning a dog was from 90s TV shows Full House, Doug, and Wishbone, to name a few. Thanks to these shows, I had my heart set on becoming a dog parent.

I adopted Luna first; then Rebel came along some years later. These two pups knew each other briefly. Shortly after bringing Rebel home, my partner and I received the news that Luna had been diagnosed with Osteosarcoma. We said our goodbyes to her weeks later.
Grief hit me hard; however, amid this pain, there was Rebel.

He was pesky, always wanting to be wherever I went, especially when I just wanted to be alone. So what did I do with that pesky energy and my grief? RAN. Cry. Repeat.

As we logged miles together so that I could heal, he became quite the trail runner. And he loves to lead.

When he looks back at me, smiling on our runs, I receive gentle reminders about loving unconditionally, being grateful, and being present. In those little moments, our runs are sacred because I see Luna lives in him. She is still very much alive, and it took sharing the trail with Rebel to show me that.

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