I read it all the time: This dog is ready for his forever home. “Forever” is simply not going to happen. This past year (2018), I lost both my dogs, one in June and the other, New Year’s Eve. One died from an Epileptic Fit despite all the medicine and the hope and prayers. The other dog died of cancer (and maybe he just couldn’t hang on with his brother gone.) I also had to place my mother in long-term care in October. So I am not putting 2018 down as my best year. It was a difficult one.
However,this beautiful little dog caught my eye and he brought a smile to my lips when I saw him with his mouthful.
When my dog died suddenly of kidney failure, I felt as if I had been kicked in the gut. I was really hurting and I was surprised that the person who had spent the most time with this dog didn’t seem to be nearly as affected as I was. When I checked with him, Jack said, “I don’t miss her because I travel with her all around the planets every night before I go to sleep.” Jack was grieving in his own way. Every night he made up “adventures” and he and our sheltie (his co-pilot) traveled around the galaxies. Eventually, we all healed and once we got another dog, Jack’s space travels included the new dog.
Losing a pet is difficult. No one expects you to grieve, at least not for very long. “It’s just a dog,” people say. “The dog pound is full of puppies that need adopting, just go get yourself another dog.” But, if you’ve had a pet living with you for more than 10 years, let’s face it he/she has probably spent more time with you than anyone else. Others in the family have jobs, they have hobbies, they have friends, they attend sport events and concerts without you. Your dog, on the other hand, is always there at the drop of a leash. A dog will follow you anywhere. A dog will spend time with you, no questions asked.