On May 1 – exactly four months ago today – our sweet Bear crossed to the Rainbow Bridge, leaving a hole in my heart big enough to insert the states of Florida, Michigan, and probably part of Georgia too.
Over these four months I’ve considered just about every scenario possible. Did I want another Golden Retriever? Should I consider an English-bred Golden vs an American-bred Golden? Did I want another big dog at all? Maybe I should think about a small dog. Should I not even get another dog (that thought entered my brain and exited at warp speed). Did I want a puppy or an adult dog? Should I purchase from a reputable breeder or rescue from the humane society?
That last question gave me more pause than all the others combined actually. I’m a huge advocate for rescue, and as much as I loved Bear and love Maddie, my rescue Chocolate Labrador mix Bud remains to this day as my heart dog.
All that said, Bear stood out from all my other dogs in one way, and that was his sweet, sweet spirit. He was an amazing friend, he totally and unconditionally loved me, and he absolutely spoiled me for any other breed.
So . . . . . when we return home the middle of October, we will be making a stop at Bearabella Golden Retrievers in Atlanta (where Bear was bred), and we will pick up this little boy . . .
This little furbaby will be 6 1/2 months old when we pick him up – a teenager in dog years. That should offer us a few challenges along the way, but we are happily looking forward to having this ball of fluffy, shedding, chewing preciousness in our home and hearts. We don’t expect him to be another Bear, and it will be fun watching his own distinct personality evolve over the months and years ahead.
And I believe – up at the Rainbow Bridge – Bear is smiling, wagging his tail, and thinking, “Welcome, little brother!”