We’ve been going back and forth about getting another dog for several months now. Cheyenne passed away last November and I just didn’t have the heart to get another dog. Dascha was devastated by the loss. Cheyenne was like her mother. A mean mother that didn’t want to share any of her toys and growled and snarled a lot, but still a mother.
A few weeks after Cheyenne died, I got a kitten from one of the local shelters. Henry was a wild child who loved hunting. Like most cats, he liked to bring his conquests home. Unlike other cats, he didn’t bring them home to lay at my feet as a gift, he just wanted to take them to the bathroom and torture them. He spent most of his time jumping from tree to tree, rooftop to rooftop, chasing birds. Henry’s untimely death was the result of a car bumper to the head. TJ found him in front of our house, his deformed ears giving away his identity.
The biggest contribution Henry made to our home was helping Dascha get over the loss of Cheyenne. During the first couple of months that Henry was with us, he and Dascha were inseparable. Henry chased Dascha around and wrestled with her like he was her pup. It was something to see. It brought Dascha out of her depression and helped her to move on. But then Henry was home less and less. In the end, he only came home to eat and then would leave again.
If Dascha had her way, she’d play for 23 hours a day and then sleep for that last hour, with her Kong tucked safely under her paw. We think that getting another dog will give her a playmate for the long weekdays when we’re at work. And we like the idea of helping a dog who needs a home where she can feel safe and loved. Which brings me to Abby.
She’s an 8-month old German Shepherd pup who’s had a pretty rough start. After discussing it with TJ, we decided to submit our application to adopt her. Her foster family is helping to bring her out of her shell and to help her get over her intense fear of, well, everything. She’s a very gentle pup and needs lots of love.
I’ll post updates as I learn more about when we’ll be able to drive out to Michigan and pick her up.