What do you do when your dog of age 16 passes away? Do you get another one right away? Is that taking the memory away from the other dog? What to do.
My little toy poodle died in November 2008 of old age (16 years) – it was a truly distressing time. I was adamant with my husband “no more dogs”, and then thought, hmm… could there be a dog out there waiting to be rescued or adopted?
Here’s my story: Emma and I met for the first time on December 09, 2008.
The weather was horrible, slushy snow and pouring rain, but I wanted this dog. I was to meet her at her foster mum’s home, for she had been living there for the last 2 months. They were keeping her, trying to bring her back to a healthy weight and also potty training her for an adoptive home.
Emma scurried to the door to greet my mom and me, then rapidly ran back to her doggie bed. She was ever so adorable, yet looked ever so frightened also. But what was I to expect, I knew there could be problems – Emma was rescued from a Puppy Mill. I shed tears while hearing of Emma’s past, or what they knew of it.
The rescue organization said that when Emma arrived she was like a “block of salt”. No movement/no expression. Just sat there. These unfortunate dogs from puppy mills didn’t ask to be born and enter a life of living in undersized cages for all of their lives and bred every time they come into heat from six months of age, twice a year until they are too old and of no use. It’s a life of freezing in winter and surviving from the heat of summer. Never a toy, a tender touch, a friendly voice, a soft bed or treat. Just behind bars all day; in a prison.
I adopted Emma with no question, yet still pondering “am I taking on too much?” But no, my mind was made up. Adopt a dog and NO breeder, plus this was my mission, to give her a permanent home instead of the horrid prison where she spent all of her life and survived for her whole 6 years. I wanted her to experience a soft bed, toys, her own dog dish, someone speaking lovingly to her, giving her hugs and showing care and love.
We’ve had Emma for over 10 years now, and she is beginning to show her age as the rest of us! What an incredible companion she has been remaining extremely attached to me and a true support friend who senses when I’m depressed or feeling pain.
I’ve been ill with cancer for the past few months, and Emma has been at my side observing my movements, ensuring she is present wherever I am in the home, sometimes following me from room to room! Usually, she’s beside me when I’m watching TV or laying by the computer, and she sleeps atop her favorite pillow on the bed overnight.
I believe dogs sense when people are depressed or having a crappy day. They cuddle up beside you almost saying “Don’t worry, I’m here for you”
I truly made the right choice with this fantastic dog and I am lucky to have her, right Emma? Whoof. Whoof