After she lost me she was devastated (you know how it goes when a dog and their person are soulmates). It took the first six months for her to get a grip on herself in her life without me. At exactly the six month mark, she scattered my ashes to the wind.
"Fly free Little Boy, Fly Free!" she said as they were carried away from her on the breeze.
It was sometime in the next week or so that she started looking at rescue sites. She was making a point of not looking for me, but she knew what worked before and she was really trying to re-create that. Of course she kept coming up short. She can't recreate anything. It's time for new lessons.
One night she extended her search to Puppyfind.com which is a site for breeders to list puppies. She was half-hearted. She never imagined buying a puppy. She always planned on rescuing one. After all, that's what she'd always done and we all tend to do what we've always done.
Posted by Kate McGahan LMSW at 4:08 PM