A Transformative Moment
Nearly twenty years ago I was the custodian of a loving Dalmatian named Hadley. Originally from Massachusetts but at the time living in Toronto, I always named my animals after towns in my home state. In addition to my beloved Hadley, I had previously named a cat Belmont and a crazy Border Collie, Paxton. I loved how the names were not only cute and somehow appropriate as animal proper names, but that they expressed my love for my home while I was so far away. Hadley and I had a routine. Every day I’d walk her on leash to the edge of the park and then unhook her to chase the squirrels that had gathered in the temporary absence of canines. Off she bolted and the shiny black squirrels, predominant in this part of North America, scattered like cockroaches in the light. I watched her run after one in particular. I wasn’t worried because she never actually caught any. For all her speed, they were usually far more agile than she and cou...