I miss my Milo. My dog, that is. He was my first “baby.” I have always been a dog person. Even when a German Shepard took a chunk of my grandmother’s thigh I loved dogs. I didn’t stop. I am, admittedly, a little afraid of German Shepherds and try to avoid them at all cost. Yet, I believe dogs rule. Love them. I love their smiles, their hugs and their protective nature. Yes, they do smile and hug. My Milo did. When I was pregnant Milo stood here with me as I suffered though morning sickness. He psychologically held my hair back.
He has been gone now three years and I am still tortured by his absence. I still find his hair in random bits of cloth. I have his photo at work and throughput the various rooms at home. While he is gone from our world, his presence through the photos is strong. Luckily for me, he liked (tolerated perhaps) having photographs taken of him. He was a bit of a diva and I suspect he enjoyed the posing as long as I didn’t dress him up. He made it very clear to me one Halloween he was not a doll to be preened and dolled up. I tried to respect that. There were a couple of times where I couldn’t resist dressing him up. Those were fun times
Now while I miss him horribly, I think, I have finally reached the ability to adopt another dog in the near future. I am ready to have a little dog come to me for comfort. I still feel a little guilty entertaining the idea of getting a new pet but I also feel like a void needs to be filled. This void cannot continue to be. My darling Milo was tiny but mighty and grand. He is irreplaceable. However, I am ready to be a “mom” to a new dog. There is a dog out there that needs a forever home and I want to provide that going forward. While Milo as perfect, there are variations on perfection. There will be a new perfect one, uniquely perfect in his or her own way.
Thus, this summer I will visit that local pet shelter and see which dog speaks to my heart and to my little boy’s (my human son’s) smile.