When my father passed away last year, I knew I had to find a way to honor him to find closure and peace.
Unless you’ve lost a parent, there are no words to describe the sadness, anger and emptiness you’re left with—especially when it happens much to soon. Dad was just 67.
At the time of his passing, I’d been planning a new venture to allow me to get back to a deeper calling—helping pets and people live better together.
I just didn’t know exactly how I would do that.
One day, shortly after Dad died, I studied a photo of his dog Bear that my sister Stephanie had given to me. The photo hung next to Dad’s hospital bed during the final two weeks he was there.
At that moment, I realized how profoundly Dad’s dogs, Daisy and Bear had changed his life since 2000.
In this video, I tell the story and share examples of how Dad’s dog’s helped him fetch a better life.