thedoc617
Posted : 4/15/2006 11:37:38 PM
Well, I was going to answer this thread in the morning, but it's good that I waited until tonight.
Today I was at work (at the groom shop) and my boss got a call from her mom that her dog had been hit by a car. My boss and I normally don't get along too well, but nonetheless, when I heard, my heart lept in my throat. (The dog btw is going to make it, she has a broken leg and a torn cornea). I knew that if anything like that happened to Daisy I would be crying too.
Warning: long drawn out post ahead!!
Candy really wasn't my heart dog. I mean I loved her more than anything, but she was reallly my mom's dog. She would follow my mom until the ends of the earth. She was more like a sister or a mom to me (yes, a 12 pound dog acting like a parent figure...) She was the first real pet (with fur and not fins!) that I ever had, and I have to admit, I wasn't that nice to her sometimes, and I really didn't pay much attention to her growing up. I suppose all that added to my guilt and greif when she passed away. I'll never forget the guilt I felt when the last weeks of her life, she didn't sleep well at all- I understood why after it happened, but at the time I was mad because she was barking and circling at 2am(i think she had some dementia) and I yelled and put her outside of my room because I wanted to go to sleep. I will never forgive myself for that.
After losing Candy, after three months of grieving, I was honestly about to hit rock bottom. Then I get a call from the rescue group that I used to foster and volunteer for, and they tell me that they have a dog that would be perfect. The rescue coordinator said that "a little birdie told me that you're looking for another dog." (that little birdie would be my parents.) And thus we got Daisy... Yep, another foster failure.
Daisy is not Candy what-so-ever. Daisy is very independent and likes other dogs more than people. She doesn't like to be petted, and really the only reason that I'm there to her is for food and my bed. Funny thing is, before she got comfortable in our house she was shy and clingy. I don't regret adopting her ever, because even though she's not a cuddler, and she doesn't fetch or do anything much, but not a day goes by that she doesn't make me laugh or want to take a picture of her adorable little face! She may be a couple fries short of a happy meal, but that is in her personality. I hope that her health problems don't make me have her for a shorter time. I hope to have her introduce me to my future husband (she's actaully really good with strangers) at the dog park! and my children grow up with her. (HA- notice my dream world)