This was the first day I met Sunshine, at seven weeks of age, May 2018 on The Gold Coast. There were only two puppies left in this litter, both girls. I climbed in with them and let them jump all over me and chew me and slowly I felt a stronger pull towards the one in the yellow ribbon, though I couldn’t have told you why, exactly.
After I stepped out, and the one with the yellow ribbon came to the edge to see me off, I really noticed that yellow ribbon and it seemed like a sign. Our nearly six-year-old son had declared weeks earlier (three months on from the devastating loss of our nearly twelve-year-old Golden Retriever Daisy) that we would get another “golden” (Golden Retriever) and “her name will be Sunshine”.
“Look!” I said to the breeder. “She has a yellow ribbon! It’s Sunshine!”
Still, the breeder wasn’t going to commit. I left that day, knowing that she wanted to give another woman the first pick of the two pups that remained. I tried to let go of attachment to the idea that Yellow Ribbon was meant for us.
When I went returned, the other woman was at the house and had chosen her pup. It was the one in the purple ribbon. “She just ran straight up to me!” she said, and I smiled, thinking, “I knew it!”
Yellow Ribbon was meant for us.