It was Father’s Day 2017 and we were seated outside Mad Dog’s favorite neighborhood restaurant. The discussion turned mildly serious as we contemplated the on-going possibility of adding another dog to our home. Mad Dog was insisting we had to get a puppy (says the man who doesn’t have to train the puppy!). I stood my ground and was still pulling for a rescue dog. However, the rescue option hadn’t been going very well. The dogs were either too far away or were already adopted before we had a chance to blink. I was starting to lose hope in fulfilling my dream of rescuing a dog. I explained to my three guys that whatever dog we may find, this dog had to be something special. This dog had to live up to the high standards set by our White Fluffy Dog that passed away last summer. This seemed like a mighty tall order.
The next night as I was laying in bed feeling rather hopeless that a second dog was out there for us, a thought struck me. Maybe in a lifetime we are only afforded a certain amount of awesome. I mean I have an incredible husband, two amazing kids and still had the good fortune of having our Little Guy shih tzu around. And, don’t get me started about our White Fluffy Dog, I could go on about her for days. She was such a rescuer and always ran towards hurt and sadness, never away. She was always, always there for me. Thinking back about all the ways she loved me and my family, I thought maybe I’m being selfish. Who gets to have so much, even if it is just the memory of awesome, and expect more?
In my heart I said a prayer. I directed it to our White Fluffy Dog but honestly, I don’t know who or what else may have been listening. I simply said, “If I have reached my limit of awesome, I understand. I am so grateful for all that I have, all you have given me and if there is that right dog out there for us, please send them our way. Otherwise, I will make peace with life exactly as it is. I trust you know what is best for me and our family and I let it go. I’m letting the whole thing go.” My heart felt heavy with sadness while I thought these words. Still, underneath that heaviness, the swirling of gratitude I had accessed was a comfort. I very much wanted another dog, but knew I would be okay if we didn’t ever find one.
That was Monday night. Wednesday morning an alert popped up in my email for a dog that matched a description I had set up in an information base. She was four, she was fluffy(!) and she was potty-trained. She also happened to be fostered in the town right next door! She seemed too good to be true.
I immediately set to work filling out an adoption application for her. I felt hopeful, but I was cautious. A dog this special was certain to generate a ton of interest and applications. I hit send on the application and once again, let it go.
The next day I got a call asking if we were available to meet this wonder dog. By Saturday we arranged a meeting with her and as soon as we met, we knew she was ours.
This new girl is so much like our White Fluffy Dog in so many ways and she is so different.
All I know is that she is home, life is good and awesome has no limit.