She’s no Fozzy Dog
Dear Fozzy,
Yesterday we brought home a new puppy. Bennett has been so depressed since you passed. I have been too but at least I understand. I’m so thankful for the years you gave me but it was time to try and move on. For a while I tried to convince Brian to let me get a Doberman. It was my attempt to replace you when, really, there’s not replacing you. I wasn’t really looking but I found a great little girl. She’s about half your size and we’re naming her Siena.
She’s no Fozzy dog. I’ve told her that many times but really I need to tell myself. I think of you all the time. Even as we were bringing her home we reminisced about your first days; when you pooped in the back of the XTerra on the way back from the vet, when piddled every time the lights went out for bedtime, or when it took you a month to lean “sitâ€. I remember how awful you were in your puppy training class. You’d wrestle with your leash, and try to get my attention. Then, after interrupting the entire class, you’d just look up at me with those happy eyes. You were always the happiest puppy ever.
Ohh, what a good dog you became. You learned to do everything we asked of you. I love how you pointed out dinner every night, how excited you were for puppy-cookies, and how much you loved taking walks. But mostly you snuggled. You were my shadow and part of me died with you.
I know Siena won’t be you, but I hope I find she’s very special in her own way. I’m a little scared that I will never love a puppy like I loved you. I feel guilty when I hope I’m wrong.
Love you baby-boy,
Mom