Trusted Friend

I grew up with dogs, but my most trusted companion was Misty—a full-bred German Shepherd with a fierce spirit and a heart full of loyalty. She was my shadow, my protector, my friend. Then there was "Dog"—a nameless stray we loved nonetheless (though I admit, he deserved better than just “Dog”).

Midway through my fifth-grade year, we moved to a new community. It was exciting—until Misty got loose, lost in an unfamiliar world she didn’t know how to navigate. We searched, we hoped, we grieved. Losing her was heartbreaking. In fact, I think it was the reason I never truly allowed myself to connect with another animal after that. It was too painful to open my heart again.

Then came MarLee, my daughter’s little Chiweenie. From the moment I met him, I was smitten. She asked me to keep him for a while, and I happily agreed. He was adorable, affectionate—and, to be honest, a bit of a handful. Having a pet again felt almost like having a small child—finding dog sitters when I traveled, making sure he was fed, taking him for walks. It was a job. But it was also love. He became my little companion, my comfort.

When MarLee went back home to my daughter, I was relieved to have my freedom back—but I also felt something I hadn’t expected. The house was too quiet. Too empty. I missed him more than I thought I would.

I knew I couldn’t make an emotional decision, so I gave myself time—two months to sit with the stillness, to reflect on what I truly wanted. Eventually, I decided to adopt a rescue dog. I wasn’t ready for the demands of a puppy, but I also wanted a companion young enough to share adventures with.

And then came Bear. The adjustment wasn’t easy, but before I knew it, she had nestled into my life and heart. My trusted friend. My hiking, running, walking partner. Wherever I went, she went. And in her quiet companionship, I found something I didn’t even know I was missing.

A Moment of Reflection

Sometimes, love finds us in unexpected ways. Sometimes, it walks on four legs and reminds us that companionship isn’t just about presence—it’s about connection, trust, and the silent understanding that we are never truly alone.

• Who—or what—has been a trusted friend in your life? 
• Do you have a fur baby who has left paw prints on your heart? A pet who has been your loyal companion through life’s ups and downs? Or perhaps a person, a memory, or even a place that brings you comfort?

I’d love to hear about your trusted friends—past or present. Share your stories in the comments! 💛🐾

Warmly, 

Stacie J. Whitaker-Harris