I knew from the very beginning that our time together might be short.

When I adopted Georgia back in June, I was told she had a heart murmur and kidney disease. There were no promises—no guarantees of how long she’d be by my side. Maybe weeks. Maybe months. If we were lucky, maybe years. I brought her home anyway, because I knew love doesn’t wait for certainty.

And in the time we had together, Georgia gave me more than I could have imagined.