Love & Loss

 

I knew how nervous I was to officially adopt another dog five months ago, today - in fact.

I wanted to be loved by someone who I got all to myself. I wanted to love and care for someone.

Moving into a new home, and living all alone, was daunting. 

So I scooped him up, this tiny, malnourished and scrawny looking small pup who needed a lot and very little. He needed medication to clear up an ear infection, daily brushing to help his hair grow back longer and healthier, really good food and a probiotic to help his stomach adjust, and more patience than I've ever known so as to allow him a chance to be a domesticated, happy dog.

And he needed nothing but love.

But I admittedly carry a lot of anxiety, and I was always anxious about him - was I doing enough, was he getting enough stimulation, attention, and even fun. 

Deep down, as I sit alone on what would have been our five month adoptive-sary, I know I loved him enough and gave him more of myself than I give myself credit for. But I felt another family, the right family, could love him even more. They could fill his days with joy and carefree fun.

So yesterday I let that family adopt him. And it hurts.

And I'm not the only one hurting. I have to honor the love and care my parents also gave Chance these last few months. They grew attached as well. 

Tonight, there is a little boy who has a new dog. He has a yard to play in and a pet parent that stays home during the day so he doesn't have to often be crated and left alone. He has two older kids and a second pet parent to give him love, kindness, the care he really deserves. 

It was a privilege to be his bridge parent. The person who took a scared, sick, sad little guy and helped him become healthy, strong, happy, and trusting.

Sending love and light to my sweet Chance. May all your days be peaceful, may you always know joy.