The Healing Powers Of A Puppy

When our dog, Callie died, I thought I would never feel happiness again. She was my first dog, the most gentle, shy, docile animal on the planet. She was scared of everything and only wanted reassurance and comfort; she loved my lap and my bed. She was frightened of external stimulation, loud noises, new people, she just felt safe with her family. We, of course, got her from an animal shelter and adopted her at six weeks; she had already been adopted at four weeks by another man. She was sweet and loving, and could read my feelings better than anyone else. Callie saw me through my father’s death, the most painful experience of my life. When I cried, she licked my tears and wouldn’t leave my side.

The risk you take of getting a shelter dog is that their past is somewhat of a mystery and you need to accept that. The dogs or puppies do come with some baggage, but really, don’t we all? I’m definitely a rescue dog person, I can’t, personally, see the need to go to a pet store to buy a pedigree but it’s just my personal preference.

Callie was an amazing first dog, she was not a problem for one second except that she was  afraid to socialize with other dogs, wary of new people and was anxious. Our backyard was fine for her, walks were okay but she needed to stay close to home and she hated the car. I always dreamed of taking her to the beach or a lake so she could swim but she got near water and ran away, terrified.

When, from one day to another, she wouldn’t look me in the eye and yelped quietly twice, I brought her to the vet, he told us that there was a mass on her spleen and he needed to operate. Once he operated he saw that 75 percent of her body was filled with cancer. We were in shock; there were no signs. She didn’t even trouble us in her pain, her last, dying days. We did not want her to suffer,  the vet suggested we end her life while she was in surgery and we agreed. With the lovely technician, Stephanie, covering her face with kisses, Callie left our world, without suffering any pain. Pain was for the human beings she left behind, extreme pain.

I didn’t think I could get over it. I cried, all day and night, she was my girl. We understood each other and for at least a solid month I was depressed and nothing could get me out of it, except time. I found I also needed to be near other dogs so I visited other animal shelters. I wasn’t ready to adopt but being around dogs helped me heal. I went to shelters about twice a week, looking at the older dogs, smiling at the puppies, asking about volunteering. Each time I thought I was honoring Callie, little did I know I was helping to heal myself.

My husband and I went to a couple of shelters together, he was definitely not ready to adopt but he was open to looking. We looked together but there wasn’t a dog that “felt” right and that was fine. A couple of weeks later, I went with my friend, Sarah, and what I was looking for was sleeping right in front of me, curled up like a little cinnamon cupcake. I loved her immediately, or rather fell in love with her. I did walk around the shelter (not really seriously) but I came back to “my” dog and asked to hold her. It went quickly from there, adoption procedures were started, I welcomed her to our family.

Yes, I thought about my chronic illnesses, Fibromyalgia and Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis and my age, 55 with a new puppy. It really is like being a mother to a newborn. Did I doubt myself? A couple of times. Did I regret it? Not for a second. Is it challenging? As Sarah Palin used to say “You Betcha.” I wouldn’t change it for the world.

Lexi is NOT Callie’s replacement, there is love in my heart for many people and now I know, many dogs. She is nothing like my first dog, my first love. She is a rambunctious, rebel-rouser, biting, jumping, super-active pup. She has found the stairs and climbed up them in three days; we had to train Callie to go up them because she was so scared. Lexi is fearless, too fearless sometimes and we need to work to reign her in. As you can imagine, my nickname for her is “Marley to the Max” based on the wonderful book “Marley and Me.”

How can you heal a broken heart? Many different ways, of course. For me, I welcomed a homeless puppy into our home. One crazy, willful, gorgeous, “*mutt-a-gree” dog with big brown, rebellious eyes and short, warm, silky fur. Do I still have my chronic aches and pains? Yes. Do I feel them more? Sometimes, but I can’t concentrate on them, I don’t have the time. Am I happy? Absolutely. Did I do the right thing? For me and my family, for our new puppy? Without a doubt, yes. There is no doubt about it, we saved each other. each other.


**Lexi, 10 weeks


10 thoughts on “The Healing Powers Of A Puppy

  1. YEA YEA YEA!!! Lexi is precious … and will give you more love than you can fathom … I am so glad you posted a photo of her, and will continue to share Lexi with us with updated photos as she grows. Callie, I am sure, is pleased … she would want you to have fur to love!!!

    To answer your questions about my animal communication … I communicate intuitively with animals!!! They are a joy; have much to share with us and teach us … much about love and be-ing rather than do-ing!! 😀


  2. Dear Lexi-to-the-Max,
    I am so glad you were able to adopt my best friend Laurie. She was hard to place because she is not a puppy and has developed some bad habits – not to mention the vet bills she’s raked up. So you must be a really special dog to want to take on an adult.

    If you start to train her right away I think she might become a really good human for you. However, take it from me, humans don’t catch on very quickly and are very stubborn. The good thing is an adult human is usually toilet trained.

    If you need any advice – I’ve been training my human for over a decade – just let me know.
    P.S. Humans tend to be very negative. No matter how many times your humans say “No” just ignore them for a few moments and then run over and kiss them. Works every time.


  3. I’m crying with happiness for you! I know the joys and challenges of a new pup, but its all worth it, as you know! It’s harder for us chronics…the days where we just can barely get out of bed, but then have these cute little eyes begging us to play…or to clean up their “accident”….somehow we find a way to get the job done…all with love and getting the affection and abundant love back from these furry babies makes it all worth it. Puppyhood comes with many challenging moments…but I know you will have your little rambunctious bundle of love trained soon, and you will have so many wonderful years full of love and wet kisses! She sure is a cutie pie! I just wanna snuggle with her! lol xoxo


  4. Glad you found a dog that “feels” right with their own personality, quirks, and other lovable things.
    Not a replacement for Callie but a new companion for you. I’m sure that Callie more than approves of your choice and your decision.


  5. So glad you didn’t wait to find your new pup! You will be so busy training, well, trying to train her….everything else will fade into the background! Even some pain, I think! Just watch out for those busy puppy teeth….pick the shoes up off the floor….I know that one from experience! Blessings!


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