It's been over two months since Kaiser died. I can't say the pain of missing him has lessened. Not a day goes by that I don't think of him. I knew this from past experiences, but face this reality again that we can't fully realize the impact they have on our life, until they are gone.
We had our first snowfall last week and I teared up at the thought of not having him "help" me shovel he driveway. His excitement for the snow was so awesome. I would shovel, and throw the snow for him. Sometimes when the snow was particularly heavy this was quite the chore, but what I would give to have him with me again for it.
I'm realizing how much calm he brought to my life, for those that knew him this is a tad ironic because he was quite neurotic, but for me he calmed me. If I was sad, or anxious he was there (and when I say there, he never left my side), sometimes I would just lay down with him and pet his arm, he would look me straight into the eyes and it brought peace to me.
Like any dog owner, we struggle with their end. Did we do what was right for them? For me the thought that I missed the fact that he was in pain breaks my heart.
Rick and I had decided we need a break from dogs once Kaiser and Maddie passed (maddie his dog is almost 16), in part because having a geriatric dog is a lot of work. It's also limited us from being able to come and go. We have a trip to Kauai in February that's temporarily on hold, simply because we can no longer leave Maddie in the care of a house sitter. I know this sounds ridiculous to some, but it makes perfect sense to both Rick and I. However in the two plus months Kaiser has been gone, I'm missing so much about dog ownership. I've always had a dog. We have Joey, and love him dearly, but I miss hiking, skiing, snowshoeing and running with a dog.
Thankfully the Humane Society keeps me busy. I've been able to put in about 10 hours a month there and time with these special guys lessons the pain.
Here's a few of my recent buddies, and proof that you really can find the perfect dog at your local shelter!
He might be my favorite, this is 6 year old Bronson
This is Budina, she's been at the shelter a while too
Gladiator, he is stressed by the noise of the shelter, but so sweet. Someone did a hack job on this poor guys ears though
Phantom, happy to say he got a home. This guy was so happy running with a ball. Not fetching, just running with a ball.
The pits are hard, because they are the least adopted and most common breed in the shelter. I had never been around a pitbul before and was often a little scared. I still proceed with caution until I know them. They are strong dogs, and need homes that will take the time to train and exercise them. These guys I wouldn't hesitate to have as a pet. Like I've said I'm a little in love with Bronson.
A few more gems I've taken put that have gotten homes that day are these guys.
Kato, who was truly the best dog. Someone was very lucky to get him.
And Margarita, she has a ton of potential and got a home!
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