If only our dogs could be… I dunno… a little less squishable.
That would make life a whole lot easier, is all I’m saying.
Today I’m over at Alpha Mom talking about how love is always a risk, and so sometimes you really do just sign up for having your heart broken, and maybe that’s the way it’s supposed to be. Because, seriously, look at that face. LOOK AT IT. It’s not like I had a choice.
Mir – reading about adopting Duncan brought tears to my eyes. I am a strong rescue supporter and worker. My animals are all rescues. When you rescue – you take what comes – especially with the older animal Usually they are not going to be the strong, healthy animals that you might get if they were babies when you got them. They come with baggage, BUT you provide them with something they never had – a loving home and a good remaining life. Last year we lost our precious dog – her health had always been iffy, but found another soon after her death. What will come with him? We aren’t sure. He has had one seizure, and appears to have been hit by a car in his other liffe. How long will we be able to love him – who knows. Kudos to you and your family for taking in these precious dogs and providing them with love and safety through the rest of their lives.
Hang in there (and that is such a cute photo and I am not even a dog person at all!!)
I’m in love with Duncan!
He looks SO MUCH better!
Thanks for writing about that, Mir. We have two largish 14-year old rescue dogs that we still refer to as our puppies, one of whom our vet told us (after countless expensive tests) has some kind of diffuse cancer and “could go any day now.” That was a year ago, and she’s still mobile and continent and (mostly) happy and (mostly) herself, on a steady diet of leftovers and love. What has been interesting is the conversations we’ve been having with our now-4-year-old about what is bound to come even though none of us want it to. He has started hugging them before he leaves for pre-school and saying, “I love you, buford and nuna. Don’t die.” And then in the car he’ll start talking about the new puppies he wants to get after ours “get dead.” I’m not sure I’m winning any mommy awards with these conversations.
I think maybe it’s a hard/good lesson at any age. Including 42. Which doesn’t mean I’m going to like it.
hugs to the pups.
Long distance squishes from Australia.