My husband and I didn’t always agree eye to eye on fostering – especially puppies! So, when he suddenly passed away earlier this year, one of my first thoughts was that I was going to foster again when things get a little less hectic.
The problem with things getting a little less hectic is that the quiet moments become greater. It’s during those quiet moments that your pain and grief of losing your loved one hits you like a ton of bricks. Fostering for me, brought a normalcy I needed. I think. It’s not even been 30 days.
I don’t trust that Andy is dead. He’s been away from me for long period of times since April of 2014 when his mom first went into the hospital. Because of work situations and care needs for his mom, he ended up spending most of 2014 through April 2015 taking care of her up in New York. I spent time up in NY and he’d make a trip down to Acworth for important things like our anniversary. Unfortunately, him mom passed in May 2015. He then spent the better part of 2015 taking care of her different properties in New York and Florida. Flash forward to October and Andy finally came home.
Most of the time he was gone, I was in Acworth. I was so lonely for him. Again, it was the quiet times – no one to sit on the couch with and hold hands. No one to cook for. My mood was spiraling downward. During this time, my saving grace was a boisterous dog named Oscar. Willful, crazy but lovely and smart. He was one of the first residents of our new shelter and I took him home loving a challenge.
While Andy was gone, Oscar wormed his way into my heart. After more than a year and a half of fostering Oscar, Andy gave him to me for our 21st anniversary. Betcha didn’t know that dog was the gift for that year.
So, it makes sense for me, as I try to make sense of losing my best friend, my love and soulmate that I take a puppy to foster. For me, this was comfort (along with wearing Andy’s shirts). The Litt Palace of Puppy Love is open for business.