A couple of weeks ago while driving home from church there was a man on the corner 'giving away' Golden Retriever puppies. They have always been my favorite breed of dogs- so good with the kids, loyal and just sweet. So, we sort of caved- and decided 'why not'. The kids totally feel in love with 'Sport' and her sweet nature and had so much fun with her in our home. Roll ahead 2 weeks and on Sunday morning we woke up to our puppy who had gotten sick all over her crate. We cleaning her up, took her outside to potty and had to head out to church. When we got home she could barely lift her head. I knew in my heart she was going to die but hoped I was wrong. Literally a couple hours later she was gone.
Apparently she had been exposed to something called "Parvo" before we had brought her home. Puppies are especially susceptible. It is very contagious and often passed by sharing unclean crates with other dogs. Her little immune system just couldn't fight the disease and she died.
It feels like this past year my children have had so much loss. I hate that for them... hate to see their little broken hearts as they try to make their way through the sorrow and loss. Loosing the sibling group brought to surface many feelings and now loosing their puppy has added even more to their pain. I guess if anything we are concentrating on how precious life is- every single day, and how important it is to love people (even puppies) with all your heart while you have the chance.
“To spare oneself from grief at all cost can be achieved only at the price of total detachment, which excludes the ability to experience happiness” -- Erich Fromm