A few weeks ago, I lost my companion. He died in my arms. Then, as he was part of an open adoption, and, as his family is Buddhists, we witnessed his memorial service at a Buddhist temple. His soul was released to find another body. I wished him a human body that would love animals as much as he was loved. Many animals are neglected, abused, and unloved. We need more advocates and more humans who love and respect others as they would want to be loved and respected themselves.
Dudley’s soul’s release was my release to find another dog in need of a home to be loved and to be cherished. I will never forget Dudley, as I have not forgotten my four-legged family members who were there before he joined our family:
- Tzippy (my first beagle and my first dog),
- Ginger (my first basset),
- Cinnamon (my stray dog),
- Cori (my basset after Ginger died),
- Basil (my first foster, my first foster failure, and my first adoptee),
- Zack (my bagle (beagle-basset mix),
- Cocoa (our mutt from the Island of St. Maarten),
- Brie (our first cat),
- Cammie (our white cat who loved to terrorize our dogs),
- Bailey and Dudley (our fist bonded pair and our first open adoption case).
No, you never forget them. The new arrivals just mend your heart. They give that piece of their heart that fits into the hole the previous pet left.
So, this time, after Dudley left us, how did I mend my broken heart? Well, I adopted two bonded brothers from BROOD. They are 11-mothn-old bassaniels (basset-spaniel mixes). They make me smile again. But more importantly, they make my Carrie happy again. Introduction took literally 2 seconds. I placed the pups behind a gate in a room. Carrie came in, sniffed them while her tail was wagging so fast. We let the pups out and within seconds the three of them were running in our yard together. And that’s when my broken heart was really mended. It was mended when I saw my old, soon to be 11 year old, sick with cancer dog perk up and play happily with her kind.