It’s been more than 2 months now since Cobber died. I have ok days and bad days. I stupidly thought somehow having another dog around would help. I went through a pretty rigorous application process with a local rescue, specifically for a lovely low-energy, senior dog on their available list. Every interview (I had 3 and a home inspection), I stressed “senior” and “low-energy” and put that on the application. But everyone there kept pointing me toward this other dog: a 4-yr-old Aussie cattle dog mix who supposedly slept all day.
It turns out she slept a lot because she was sick with Lyme. And they also gave her a “cat test” which turned out to be a total lie.
So I have a young, healthy (now), playful dog who torments my cats.
All I really want in the world is my baby boy back. My poor cats are not happy. I can’t deal with the thought of hours of training with this new dog just to deal with basics like recall. I just wanted a senior because I was looking forward to the golden years with Cobber, but cancer won out and took him away at age 7.
Anyway, someone totally unrelated to all this just snapped at me online for not paying attention to her information and asking a question she’d already supposedly answered. I just burst into tears. I just want my Cobber back. Everything is just all wrong without him.
And I have changed my mind about keeping or returning this new dog at least a million times in the last 2 weeks, which also makes me feel guilty. She’s very nice, but she’s not a low-energy senior, and she won’t be distracted from the cats. And I know not to lose my temper or yell, but without even thinking, I hear myself doing it anyway...
This all just absolutely sucks. My friends are kind of tiring of my indecision. The thought of all the training I should try to do with the new dog makes me cry even harder. None of this is how it’s supposed to be... 😭 I just want Cobber back.