In the first few days after our beloved, little Bichon died I couldn’t enter the house without gasping. My old dog’s absence collided with his lingering presence creating an emotional explosion deep inside my chest. I felt I simply HAD to get another dog to fill the awful void- and I had to do it fast! I went online and after hours of urgent research came up with a breed I thought would be a good match for us: a Westie. They are fun, smart, energetic, friendly, and then…
..time went by. A few days, a few weeks, and now I’m not so sure anymore. Do I want to start all over again? Am I ready for the chewed up chair legs, the little accidents, the emotional investment and vulnerability? What if he’s really naughty? What if our cats hate him? Will I unfairly compare him to our last dog?
I remember sixteen years ago when my husband and I were arguing over whether or not to get our Bichon. Back and forth we went over the decision until I finally blurted out “GEEZ HONEY, IT’S JUST A SILLY LITTLE DOG!”
But he was so much more…and that’s why this is so scary.