Rod and I started our marriage with 2 Dachshunds and a husky who all lived well into their teens. The last years of their lives were difficult because they all seemed to get old at the same time. Eventually, caring for them made it hard to remember the good times when they were able bodied and accompanied us just about everywhere we went. After the last one from this 'first generation' was euthanized, I spent a whole 'dogless' winter pretty certain that the numbness in my heart meant that we were finished with dog ownership for good. Thank heavens for time, fate and Dachshund puppies. In this excerpt from Finding My Way to Moose River Farm a tiny newcomer brings me back to my senses.
Welcome Huxley
“Let’s go and just have a look,” she, (Michele), suggested. “And bring your
checkbook…just in case.”
I
loved him immediately. The heat from his
tiny black body warmed my palm as he lounged like a lump of coal in it. His soft brown eyes looked right into mine causing
me to melt. It was the beginning of my
recovery. With youthful innocence he
showed me that life moved forward and memories simply bookmarked the past.
Grief overwhelmed me in that moment. I wept for all three of our wonderful dogs
who I had loved dearly for so long. How
had I lived without a dog all winter?
Why did I think I should deprive myself of the incredible privilege that
living with dogs provides? What I deemed
freedom had simply been grief.
“You have big shoes to fill,” I told
him through my tears. “There were others
before you who fulfilled so many promises in their lifetime. I hope I can love you as much as I loved
them.”
Michele drove the whole way back to
Old Forge which gave me three hours to stare at the new puppy in my arms. By the time we arrived home I had memorized
him from head to toe. Rod was anxiously
waiting in the driveway when we arrived home late in the afternoon. He eagerly took our new baby into his arms so
that they too could get acquainted.
With the arrival of Huxley, our next generation of dogs begins.
I was just talking to someone about Mr. Huxley today as they had a Huxley dog. What a cute boy Huckley is!
ReplyDeleteIs this the no barking chapter? How sweet little Huxley is.
ReplyDeleteGood thing he's pretty. Amy
ReplyDeleteForgot how precious he was... just want to reach out and pat his little head!
ReplyDeletehi anne its katie karen riley's daughter
ReplyDeleteHello Katie,
DeleteSo nice to see that you have visited my blog. Are you enjoying the animal stories? Wasn't Huxley an adorable puppy? Now he is 11 years old! Hard to believe. Hope to see you this summer.
That is the cutest picture!!!!
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