Shasta is officially ours. As you can see The Boy is thrilled and Tj is in love. I’m happy he found us. We are very lucky to have him.
TJ: Apparently this is my “in love” face.
Don’t get me wrong, we’ve been together for 20 years so if she tells me I’m in love, I’m inclined to think she’s right.
But a big part of me still isn’t over Kaylee. Hell, a big part of me isn’t over Lucky. Having a new dog come to us right now seems “too soon”… but maybe the point is that you never really get over the loss of the ones you lose. Or maybe there is no point. Maybe it just is what it is.
(Sorry Kathleen and others who hate that expression. I couldn’t think of any other way to put it.)
Given the way that he came to us… Well, sure, it could just be some random coincidence. I’m not one of those who sees purpose (divine or otherwise) behind everything that happens to us. But at the very least, it’s oddly coincidental timing.
And it’s not as if we could say “Yes, well, thanks and all, but this isn’t a good time, could you come back in a month or so?”
I guess what I’m saying, to God or the universe or The Powers That Be, is that I’m willing to happily accept this furry little gift you’ve dropped into our unsuspecting laps, but I do hope that he’ll be with us for longer than Maggie, Lucky, and Kaylee. Because I really really don’t want to do that again any time soon.
OK. Good talk.
TL;DR: HEY LOOK WE HAVE A NEW DOG. His fur is so thick behind the ear that whenever I scratch them I say: "It’s so fluffy!!"