I’m sure I’ve written about Shiloh, the fox red lab therapy dog I raised. She was wonderful and deeply loved. However, in January, when she was only two, the vet diagnosed her with lymphoma (I understand this happens more frequenty with purebred dogs.) She was gone in a few weeks, and I wept, and put her ashes in a box with her picture on it.
Some people don’t want another dog after they lose one, but not me. My dog is my sidekick, and I talk to her and answer for her. I train her and play with her. I love her, and she loves me back. So shortly after Shiloh passed away, I began the search for a new friend. We decided that another lab might be too much for me, and since the hubs is allergic to dogs (Yes, he is a prince.) we decided to get a Cavapoo. Half Cavalier King Charles Spaniel and half poodle, the one we found is a blue merle – from her daddy’s side.
Her name is Aime, French for “loved.” And she is. She will become another therapy dog, and she already knows “touch” and “sit.” She has one blue eye and one brown eye, and loves zoomies and cuddling in my lap. When I think about Shiloh, tears still threaten, but Aime makes it a little more bearable.
Bye, Shiloh. Welcome, Aime.