I type this while our little girl is snuggled up next to me.
her head resting on my thigh.
one long ear draped over my left wrist.
peaceful sighs leaving her body. breathing in and out.
she purrs like our Chloe. I have never heard a dog purr. but our girl does.
I wonder if that’s something Monty would have taught Gus.
a boy we would have called Gus. the dog we will never know.
it still makes be sad that we will never know him or see him grow. what would have been our Gus stories?
yet we made the right decision not to take him.
we got caught up in the puppy love. he was so soft and squishy. who wouldn’t??
we just wanted more love in our house after the last few years we have had…too many losses.
but then wise reality started to wriggle her way in. think of the effort, she whispered. and time. the messes. the frustrations. his size. and your poor girl was scared, remember?? what would happen if they were home alone together, and he snagged Red Bear??
er. yes. our girl was scared. and we ignored her.
so we began discussing what could happen if this or that should occur? guilt and shame followed forgetting that we have all the love we want (and need) from our girl.
one is enough. enough.