Domino
Greg and Domino
I was working some 80 hours a week at the time, and heading towards all sorts of health problems well beyond my years. Fortunately, Domino came to the office with me nearly every day. Now, Domino was a quiet, gentle soul, rescued from the SPCA after being given up by a family with a few members who clearly loved her (she was very well behaved) and perhaps a few that hated her (our vet discovered copper BBs embedded between her ribs, having been shot). Our connection was immediate and profound. She communicated with her eyes. As things were really getting bad for me at my job (a startup company in all its glory), and the president was really being unreasonable and particularly ornery, Domino walked down the long hallway, went behind his desk while he was sitting there, and peed right next to his chair, the puddle pooling around his feet. Know that in all our years together, Domino never once had an accident, and this was no accident, either. As if nothing was wrong, she came back to my office and crawled in her bed with a long sigh. My boss stormed down the same long hallway and reported Domino's act. I laughed, cleaned it up, and then took Domino out for a small taste of soft-serve vanilla ice cream - a treat reserved for the most auspicious of occasion. Sometime later that week, understanding fully Domino's not-so-subtle message, I submitted my letter of resignation. Two weeks later, I sat on my couch bathed in sunlight on an otherwise freezing cold February day, with Domino at my side, reading, when I should have been at work. So started my campaign to get my life and health back, with her enthusiasm and zen, of course. I started my own business, and because of a flexible schedule, met an amazing women to whom Domino took and I'm now married. While Domino is no longer with us, but I do believe, because of her, I'm here to share this story.