Dog Therapy

I adopted a dog yesterday and he has anxiety just like me!  I named him Francois or Frank for short.  He’s awfully sweet, but he’s still getting used to his new home.  I’ve been wanting to adopt a dog for some time now, and I finally took the plunge.  Frank is about 8 years old, and was a stray in the south that was brought up here to find a new home.

I’ve always been a dog person, but I’ve never owned my own.  My family dog, Hopalong Cassidy (Hoppy) was a huge support for me when I returned from rehab.  He was also there when I returned from my shenanigans in Florida.  When I got to my mom’s house from FL, I immediately went outside and gave Hoppy a huge hug.  The comfort he gave me at that moment, was so relieving I cried.  I found out that he also comforted my mom when she was upset about not knowing my whereabouts while I was on my bender.

Right after rehab I was unemployed and attending an out patient treatment program four days a week.  Going for long walks with Hoppy was one of the things that kept me sane.  Hoppy was the last being to see my father alive.  My father passed away while he was at our camp with Hoppy, but it always gave me comfort to think that my dad wasn’t totally alone when he died.

Hoppy became sick himself after I had been sober for about a year.  At that point, I no longer lived with my mom, but I missed him terribly and visited him on a regular basis.   When I was away on a short vacation, he became very sick.  My mom didn’t want to put him down without me being there.  Of course my flight home was cancelled, so I was delayed getting home.  My mom stayed up with him all night while he whined in pain, and called me early the next morning.  She told me to meet her at the vet, as he wasn’t doing well.  I rushed to the vet and met him in the parking lot, while he was still lying in my uncle’s car.  I got in the back seat and held his head telling him it was ok to go, and hugged him.  He passed in my arms while I was holding him, and I’m so glad I was able to say goodbye.

It was very upsetting, but in a way it made me feel like I was also saying goodbye to my father.  I’m so glad I was able to see Hoppy one last time, and I believe that his passing made me even more at peace with my father’s death.

That being said, I’m looking forward to spending time with Frank as I can’t wait to have a new friend to continue my journey with.

 

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