Even in recovery sad days still happen. I found out that my beloved english mastiff – Jack – has cancer. He is such a sweet boy – a big boy – but still sweet. Extremely loyal and oh so lovable. It’s time like this that I am so happy I have the program to keep me grounded. I have structure in my life to keep me stable. I realize taking a drink is not going to take his cancer away. It is what it is and I will get through this. I am actually happy I am sober so I can be there for Jack. I don’t know just how much longer Jack will live, but I do know I can make the best of each day moving forward and enjoy each day to the fullest. A much better decision that drinking my pain away.