Shannon’s poignant memoir is a story of hope, resilience, and the spiritual healing animals bring to our lives. Pound for Pound vividly reminds us that animals are more than just friends and companions — they can teach us how to savor the present moment and reclaim our joy. Rich with emotion and inspiration it is essential reading for animal lovers and anyone who has struggled to change.
Hey, SoulPaws Pack! Meet Augustina. I first met this gorgeous girl at the San Diego Humane Society back in July! I was certain then that she was just too beautiful (inside and out) to remain without a home for much longer…and yet, now it’s March. Somehow, Augustina is still patiently waiting for that special family to love. Like many of […]
Dear Noah, I’m beginning to learn you. I know now that you will not sleep unless it is in your rocker-sleeper. You prefer soft movement over stillness. You prefer white noise over quiet. And you like to feel the energy of someone close to you as you fall asleep. So here I am, my love. Here […]
Dear Noah, Today I went on a wild and crazy adventure to Starbucks down the street. On the drive there, I blasted the Chainsmokers’ new song and I rolled the windows down and I savored the opportunity to be in the car and not at my command post (a.k.a the rocking chair) for a bit. This was […]
It’s three a.m. and I’m at my command post: the rocking chair. I’ve got all my supplies here: the Boppy pillow, the burp cloths and blankets, the dog who has claimed the armrest as her new bed, the water bottle, and the banana I’ve been trying to eat for an hour. I don’t think I’ve ever longed […]
Dear loves, In case you are struggling today, I wanted to share with you some truth-telling I did at a local high school here in San Diego. No matter where you are or what you are going through, you are not alone: Keep healing, Shannon
Dear loves, One week ago, on a rare night when a penumbral lunar eclipse, a “snow moon” and a comet filled the sky, our son, Noah Michael Kopp, made his grand entrance into this world. Today, as I was texting my sisters in recovery one of my favorite pictures of Noah, with his hands folded across […]