I’ve made some awful calls as a single parent but the single best decision was to bring a pet into the house.

For two months after the funeral the house was lifeless and quiet.  Oh so quiet.  To the extent I hated spending time at home.  Speaking to my son he also hated the house, it was just to empty for him.

Then we bit the bullet and I let my son choose a pet.  The puppy arrived and the house became a home again.  The place was in uproar, it was messy and oh so noisy.  It was full of life again and my son started to laugh again.

Best decision in 6 months…

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