So, in early August, we had to say goodbye to the best dog, the best beagle that ever was, Barkley. I'm near 50 and it damn near - actually, it did - break my heart. I miss my guy so, so much. He really was a best friend.
I swore off dogs after that because it's too goddam hard. They're too good and give so much and only last for so long. Barkley loved us for 15 years so we were incredibly lucky. But I ****ing hate saying goodbye.
Five months later, here I am. I'm drawn to this wonderful local rescue shelter which takes in strays and everything else and has a 2-year-old beagle whose photo melts my heart. He's being fostered.
The thing is, our life is good. We don't wait on anything and don't have to rush home for anyone or anything at night when we go out. My daughter is graduating college and out of the house. We're finally truly living as real happy empty nesters in a new build that we bought this year, and love the little town we're in..
And yet, here I am looking at this little guy's adoption criteria. For all I know, he's a holy terror who chews everything in sight.
What the hell do I do? I don't think my lovely wife is on board. And it may be too soon for her. She loved our Barkley more than anyone. Goddam, he loved her, too.
But I want to rescue this little guy.
Please advise.
I swore off dogs after that because it's too goddam hard. They're too good and give so much and only last for so long. Barkley loved us for 15 years so we were incredibly lucky. But I ****ing hate saying goodbye.
Five months later, here I am. I'm drawn to this wonderful local rescue shelter which takes in strays and everything else and has a 2-year-old beagle whose photo melts my heart. He's being fostered.
The thing is, our life is good. We don't wait on anything and don't have to rush home for anyone or anything at night when we go out. My daughter is graduating college and out of the house. We're finally truly living as real happy empty nesters in a new build that we bought this year, and love the little town we're in..
And yet, here I am looking at this little guy's adoption criteria. For all I know, he's a holy terror who chews everything in sight.
What the hell do I do? I don't think my lovely wife is on board. And it may be too soon for her. She loved our Barkley more than anyone. Goddam, he loved her, too.
But I want to rescue this little guy.
Please advise.
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