It’s been about two and a half months since we said goodbye to our beloved dog, Mason. I think of him every day, several times a day. Each day that’s passed has also brought a bit more stability. I can think of him and smile more now than I could two months ago when thoughts of him brought tears. I can think of him and smile more now than I could two weeks ago when thoughts of him brought tears. I once read a piece about grief and how it comes in like waves and time doesn’t lessen the sadness but the time in between the waves extends so you can recover, gain your bearings and steady the ship before the next wave. I see this process but more…I feel this process and while the moments of sadness are big and overwhelming, I know they will pass.
Eventually when I come across something forgotten, like the bottle of asprin tucked away in the cupboard with his name on it and “AM” and “PM” marked on the top, I won’t be brought to tears. But for nor now, I replaced that bottle where I found it. When I come across it in a month or two, maybe I’ll just smile.
It’s been about two and a half months (minus one day) since we welcomed a new dog into our lives. His name is Costa, like Costa Rica. We knew very little about him when we got him. We knew his age as being somewhere between two and four and we knew he had some chow-chow in him and maybe some German Shepherd. We knew he wouldn’t do well with cats, and that he loved people and another dog he had come to know. We also knew he came from down south and that he had been placed in a home and was returned after some period of time because he had too much energy.
He’s a cute pup. He’s a handful. After some digging and inquiries, we have learned a bit more about him. His age, thought to be between two and four, was actually fourteen months. We also learned that prior to coming to New England he was in South Carolina and had a relatively tumultuous history down there. Without going into details, I’ll just say that we are home number five. He is a handsome dog, with a cute face. He’s pretty small and wildly intelligent. He’s also a bit wild. With four homes prior to us in less than a year, we can’t imagine he’s had much stability or consistency in training. He’s also a challenging dog. He’s very alert and focused on anything and everything that moves outside. This could be a bird, a squirrel, a leaf, or a blade of grass. In the beginning, this meant basically anything but us.
He’s a tough dog and needs a lot of consistency and work. I’m fairly certain we’re the right home for him. We’re used to being tuned in to a pet. We’re used to putting their needs first when it’s necessary. We’re used to doing the work to make sure they’re happy, and healthy, and comfortable. For these reasons, while we have brief moments, this pups needs aren’t overwhelming. We’re lucky to have such a great network of resources and understanding friends to help guide us. We’re lucky to have dog-people friends with babies, and dog-people friends with patient dogs who are willing to walk with us or visit us or provide baby-smelling clothing to stash around our house.
We’ve learned a lot in the last two and a half months (minus one day). The transition to a young energetic dog has not gone unnoticed. The sweet and steady cadence of a fifteen year old dog is one of my favorite things. Mason needed us. Costa needs us and I think on some level, we needed him too.
Welcome home little guy. We’ve got you.