Tiana was a pound puppy and very sick when we brought her home. She was the first dog I had ever had. She was like a nanny to my children through the years and I can say confidently she saved at least two of their lives on different occasions.
Poor Tiana died suddenly of acute kidney failure at nine years old. I had NO idea how in love I was with that dog! Devastated can hardly describe how we all felt.
I was dead set against another dog. Ever.
When two years had passed, I realised I had a son who could really benefit from that special secure relationship that only a dog can provide. Begrudgingly, I searched for a dog. A dog for my son, NOT me. I bought a yellow lab puppy, brought him home, and proceeded to try and dislike him. He was too yellow, to hyper, to male.
Well, he's a lab. Need I explain the ways these foolish 80 lbs balls of fur can wiggle into your heart? I now consider him my fourth son!
So thats my story. I thought I needed time to heal, and perhaps I did. However, if we had brought Buddy home the day after Tiana had passed, I can't imagine loving him any less today.
Sending thoughts your way for a healing heart...