A Note on Puppies: Joy & Grief
Recently, I made the decision that my husband and I needed a puppy.
Actually, I needed a puppy.
I needed something to take care of, to love, to look after, and to just make me feel better.
A completely selfish decision in an attempt to mask my grief over my inability to have a child the way I had always planned.
Turns out this puppy doesn’t make the grief go away. Or the sad thoughts go away. Or really fix anything. But you know what he does do? He brings me joy.
Joy. Ah yes, a feeling we all should experience more often.
Even when he has made a mess like puppies do, or jumps a little too much, or rips a dress I was wearing, or splashes his water bowl out of sheer excitement, I can never find myself angry or upset with him. He is always delighted to see me. Always happy to be held (but NOT bathed). He could literally play a game of “throw the toy against the wall to hear it squeak” for hours and be content. He makes my heart feel a little better and it turns out, that’s just what I needed.
So if you happen to follow a million dog shelters and come across puppies that need homes and text your husband a 1 hour notice that you’re going to go get a puppy, I must say, it’s a wise choice.
