Having read SusieSquillions post of "Dog's Will" and many posts from others considering a new Furbaby I've got to add my "nickels" worth.
My love of all things animal began at 4 yrs of age. (a long, long time ago) My Dad brought home a squirming little puppy. I named him Yogi. I was an only child, living in the country. He became my best friend. I don't know how long he & I were together or when we parted. I do remember he was no longer a puppy. I do remember I was inconsolable when I awoke one day and he was gone. I also remember my parents told me "he ran away". I remember crying and waiting for him to come home. I didn't find out till I was "all grown up" and for some reason (guilt perhaps) my Mom told me Yogi didn't run away. Apparently he became too protective of me so my Dad and Uncle...... I'll just say Yogi didn't run away. I grieved his loss again, but at least I knew the truth. OK ugly story but..
So from Yogi through unknown numbers of friends. Cats, kittens, puppies, dogs, turtles you name them, I've loved them.
Through all these years up to the here and now and recent loss of Tuffy, my grief has always been, loud, long and heartbreaking.
If I had a nickel for all the times I've heard, "You get too attached" or "Why do you let yourself get so attached?" here is my reply to all those fools.
I DO NOT "GET" NOR DO I "LET" MYSELF GET ATTACHED. I "CHOOSE" TO!
Yes I wade in heart deep, each time. I take each of them into my heart. I've never replaced one with another. They have all been unique and special to me. I have always been blessed to share my heart and life with my babies. Every one has given me a lesson in love. Every one has enriched my life.
I know that all of you here at the Bridge choose to give your hearts to your friends. We choose them, even though we know the risks of losing. We never get used to parting from them, but it doesn't stop us from loving the next special friend.
I will say that between Tuffy and my last friend Bronco there was a gap of about 3 yrs. The loss of Bronco at 4 1/2 months was, well really really bad. I held him the last few seconds. Enough said.
I chose Tuffy or he chose me in '05, My heart was finally ready. I thought I had all the bases covered. Tuffy would live to a ripe, old age, We would NOT part prematurely. But I was wrong. No accident parted us. It was illness, renal failure, from out of the blue.
My point. When you choose, you know you may lose, but thank God for each of us that are willing to take that risk, knowing what may be involved. I think of all the animal friends in the world that have been given life and love and a place of honor, because we choose to get so attached.
I will never be afraid to love, no matter what the cost.
I will never be afraid to love, tho' my heart may be lost.
(P.S.: Tuffy, thank you for choosing me. I can not imagine never knowing you.)
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal;
Love leaves a memory no one can steal.
Tuffy, My Puppy Love
June 20, 2005-July 26, 2010
Becky Leigh, Queen of my Heart
December 2010-November 10, 2015