I just want to say thank you to all of you who have made it possible for me to move on with my life. One year ago this week I was faced with the decision to put my little bby to sleep. She was my childhood companion for almost 14 years and it was the hardest thing I ever had to do. For those of you who are going throught the same thing, take it from me each day does get easier. I never thought I would be able to get through life without her. But here I am a year later.
Now, I am have a new furbaby, Bella. She is a weimerainer and will be a year old on the anniversary of the day my dog went over the Rainbow Bridge. If you are debating whether or not to get another one, I say YES. Having the joy of a puppy around the house really made up for the months of emptiness and sorrow that our house was filled with. I waited only 8 weeks before getting Bella, but I knew I had to. I had some hesitation as we all do. I think what helped me were the dreams I had. I had 2 of them and both brought such comfort. The first was within the week of Pox's death. It was as real as ever. She was here and I could feel her presence. I could feel her fur and her kisses on my face. It was like she came back for a brief moment to show me that she would always be in my heart. That dream gave me the comfort of knowing that she would be with me in spirit forever.
And the next dream I had was before I brought Bella home. It was not loke Pox to be accepting of new animals in the house, so I knew this was a message from her. I had a dream that I introduced her to the new pup and she took her in and kissed her face as if she were approving. I knew without a doubt that she was indeed giving permission to move on. Bella is no replacement for the relationship I shared with Pox. But she has brought me so much comfort and joy and given me somebody to love.
Another thing that I realized recently is that when Pox turned 7 I started to worry that she was getting old and was going to die soon. Maybe because that meant she was a senior. So I worried about her death. Funny, I thought about it so much during the next 7 years of her life. I speant half her life fearing the day I would lose her. The lesson I learned from this is that we can't spend our lives waiting to die. We must enjoy each day and live it to the fullest.