A few posts ago I wrote a poem titled “saying goodbye”. I wasn’t able to express or explain at the time due to grief but I wrote that about my little two year old dog who got hit by a car about a month ago.
It sounds silly but it was a shocking and painful experience with so many horrible firsts. My first indoor dog to pass, the first time I found my own dog on the road dead, the first time I had to carry her little lifeless body off the road onto the lawn only to cry hysterically over her for 10 long minutes before my fiancé showed up, seeing me stroking her body as if it would soothe her. I genuinely lost my mind for a couple of days. I couldn’t stop crying and many people would think it was silly but I would consider this one of my most painful experiences. What she meant to me and what all my animals mean to me I cannot put into words, I can only say that they mean so very much to me and I love them more than most people would understand.
That was a little over a month ago. This past Sunday we were going to my Fiance’s sister’s house to a Christmas party she was hosting. I had blocked out my little dogs death days after her passing and tried not to think too much about her. However that previous week I was missing her and even though I still had my big hound dog I had always had multiple dogs growing up and I was feeling her absence and still mourning the loss of one sweet little life.
This past Sunday we were driving down a quiet county road where there were no houses and hardly any cars around. I saw a puppy walking across the road to a telephone pole surrounded by weeds and watched as it laid down in them. My fiancé wouldn’t turn around at first because we had to go to the Christmas party. We had a nice day but seeing that puppy kept bugging me and I couldn’t get her out of my mind.
Five hours later in the dark we were driving slowly down that road until my fiancé spotted something by the same telephone pole. When he pulled around I got out of the truck and moved slowly over to the puppy speaking sweetly to it. It came over and started whining when I picked it up. It shock in my arms for a couple of minutes in the car until it settled it’s head in my elbow and began to nap. I quickly discovered it was a girl and that she had no collar and wasn’t fixed. It was very clear to me having grown up in the country that this poor little girl had been dumped.
When I got her home I gave her a bath first thing to make sure she didn’t have flees and to wash all the dust off her from laying in the field. She was very sweet and has proven herself to be well behaved. She isn’t housetrained so that has been a work in progress but she overall has been a very easy puppy and has continued to be well behaved.
At first we weren’t sure we should get another dog yet and keeping her didn’t seem like a viable option sense we both have been working so much lately. But something felt right to us and figuring out that we could take her to work with us made training easier. We ended up naming her Kimber and she already has bonded with my five year old hound, Copper, who can’t get enough of her yet somehow still manages to get jealous when he thinks she is getting pet more than him.
Now looking back on our decision it seems silly how much we went back and forth and even trying to find her the right home, because we already love her so much. Saying hello again to another dog turned out to be the best choice we could’ve made.