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Life After Pet Loss"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"After losing a dog, a lot of people ask, '\u003Ci\u003EHow do I know when to get another?' \u003C\/i\u003EAlthough I'm no expert, my answer is always the same,\u003Ci\u003E 'You'll know,' \u003C\/i\u003Eand \u003Ci\u003E'The right dog will find you.'\u003C\/i\u003E \u0026nbsp;Now, I'm not saying there's a dog out there with a compass and your photo (although, wouldn't that be cool?) but I truly believe that dogs are brought into our lives by a higher power. \u0026nbsp;Their love is so genuine, unconditional and pure, I just feel like there is some greater force at work that ties them to our lives and makes us better people.\u003Cdiv\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Ca href=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-1DQKoEZlPgU\/YHG0QTW5d3I\/AAAAAAAB6uM\/xCiu7GiMVVYlbRda1MqY53m5tVcvtkuNQCPcBGAsYHg\/s1200\/IMG_9127.PNG\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"628\" data-original-width=\"1200\" height=\"335\" src=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-1DQKoEZlPgU\/YHG0QTW5d3I\/AAAAAAAB6uM\/xCiu7GiMVVYlbRda1MqY53m5tVcvtkuNQCPcBGAsYHg\/w640-h335\/IMG_9127.PNG\" width=\"640\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv\u003E\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Ca name='more'\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/span\u003EAfter losing \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/www.thejerseydoggy.blogspot.com\/p\/milo_4.html\" target=\"_blank\"\u003EMilo\u003C\/a\u003E\u0026nbsp;in 2013, I knew in my heart I was not ready for another dog, yet at the same time, I hated living life without a dog by my side. \u0026nbsp;I would visit my neighbor's dogs on a daily basis because I was so lonely for the feeling of a furry companion by my side. \u0026nbsp;I can't even explain it. \u0026nbsp;I just missed walking in step with a dog. \u0026nbsp;I am so grateful to Daisy and Lucy for getting me through some awful, lonely days. \u0026nbsp;Just seeing their sweet faces and walking next to them was a huge comfort (and I'm grateful to my neighbors for putting up with me hanging around their yard!).\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Ca href=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-c5pJSFnnJjk\/YHG0aELBvCI\/AAAAAAAB6uU\/JX0a7hH3nZAmvNcqkSRAq_IkAbB5VCRBgCPcBGAsYHg\/s1200\/IMG_9130.PNG\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"628\" data-original-width=\"1200\" height=\"334\" src=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-c5pJSFnnJjk\/YHG0aELBvCI\/AAAAAAAB6uU\/JX0a7hH3nZAmvNcqkSRAq_IkAbB5VCRBgCPcBGAsYHg\/w640-h334\/IMG_9130.PNG\" width=\"640\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv\u003E\nWe happen to have an animal shelter less than five minutes from our house. \u0026nbsp;Shortly after Milo passed, I went there with our son to see a Jack Russell mix they had up on \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/www.petfinder.com\/\" target=\"_blank\"\u003EPetfinder \u003C\/a\u003E(see, I was looking at Petfinder. No harm in looking, was what I told myself). \u0026nbsp;This JRT was so cute and looked a lot like Milo. \u0026nbsp;His name was Benjamin Button, and when I saw him in the shelter, my heart dropped and I immediately whispered, \u003Ci\u003E\"Oh my.\" \u003C\/i\u003E\u0026nbsp;But once I met him, I knew he wasn't meant for us. \u0026nbsp;He ran away from us and seemed so disinterested. \u0026nbsp;At one point he ran up to my son full force, pounced on his chest, then ran away. \u0026nbsp;I \u0026nbsp;knew he wasn't the right dog for us. \u0026nbsp;It was hard to leave him there in that shelter, hard to walk away, but I believed he was meant for someone else. \u0026nbsp;Sure enough, he was adopted a week or so later.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nThen there was the puppy from the shelter at the Farmer's Market. \u0026nbsp;A sweet basset hound mix who curled up in my lap and had ears as soft as silk. \u0026nbsp;\u003Ci\u003E'You can take him home today,\u003C\/i\u003E' the shelter volunteer coaxed. But then so many people swarmed around and seemed interested in him, especially a little girl nearby. \u0026nbsp;I kind of got pushed aside, so I thought,\u003Ci\u003E 'he's not meant for me, either.' \u003C\/i\u003EPerhaps he was destined to be the best friend to that little girl.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nThere was also the dog I met at a shelter fundraiser. \u0026nbsp;I took him for a walk. \u0026nbsp;His name was Jackson. \u0026nbsp;He was sweet, I was unsure. \u0026nbsp;I couldn't tell if I was feeling sorry for him or if I really wanted him. \u0026nbsp;Then all of a sudden he turned and tried to pee on me. \u0026nbsp;It was almost like he was saying, \u003Ci\u003E'You're not right for me either.'\u003C\/i\u003E\u0026nbsp;After I left him, I checked up on him on Petfinder, and sure enough, he was adopted by someone else, too.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nThere were other dogs in between. \u0026nbsp;Dogs who made me sneeze terribly and shelter groups that never followed through with calls or emails. \u0026nbsp;So I gave up. \u0026nbsp;I said,\u003Ci\u003E 'forget this.'\u003C\/i\u003E \u0026nbsp;And \u003Ci\u003Ethat's\u003C\/i\u003E when \u003Ca href=\"http:\/\/www.thejerseydoggy.blogspot.com\/p\/spot.html\" target=\"_blank\"\u003ESpot \u003C\/a\u003Ecame into our lives. \u0026nbsp;I didn't go looking for him, not exactly. \u0026nbsp;I didn't even want him, really, not exactly. \u0026nbsp;But there he was with his crazy black and white hair and scruffy beard. \u0026nbsp;There he was with his gentle spirit and long legs. He seemed to love our son and wanted to come home with us. It was like a little switch clicked inside of me that said, \u003Ci\u003E'He's the one.'\u003C\/i\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003EBut don't get me wrong, it's not like we adopted him and there was a magical, perfect ending. \u0026nbsp;As I've said before, loving another dog doesn't make you \u003Ci\u003Estop \u003C\/i\u003Eloving the dog you lost. \u0026nbsp;Spot is one part of a long journey since losing my Milo. \u0026nbsp;Having him here means learning to let go a little bit, learning to release the grip I've been holding on Milo's memory, like the string of a balloon. \u0026nbsp;It doesn't mean I have to forget him (impossible anyway) it just means I have to learn to love another. \u0026nbsp;I \u003Ci\u003Ewant \u003C\/i\u003Eto learn to love another. \u0026nbsp;I want to make room in my heart for both of them, because I know what a gift a dog is. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Ca href=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-Yv7Lf_il1LE\/YHG0qxxyFBI\/AAAAAAAB6ug\/bkZWosKh5t8vy3qrI0nRToNA7FEpux1DgCPcBGAsYHg\/s1200\/IMG_9126.PNG\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" data-original-height=\"628\" data-original-width=\"1200\" height=\"336\" src=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-Yv7Lf_il1LE\/YHG0qxxyFBI\/AAAAAAAB6ug\/bkZWosKh5t8vy3qrI0nRToNA7FEpux1DgCPcBGAsYHg\/w640-h336\/IMG_9126.PNG\" width=\"640\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"https:\/\/www.thejerseydoggy.com\/feeds\/1800010586310183538\/comments\/default","title":"Post Comments"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"https:\/\/www.thejerseydoggy.com\/2015\/01\/how-do-you-know-youre-ready-for-another.html#comment-form","title":"1 Comments"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"https:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/8830174543241873776\/posts\/default\/1800010586310183538"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"https:\/\/www.blogger.com\/feeds\/8830174543241873776\/posts\/default\/1800010586310183538"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"https:\/\/www.thejerseydoggy.com\/2015\/01\/how-do-you-know-youre-ready-for-another.html","title":"How Do You Know You're Ready for Another Dog? Life After Pet Loss"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"TheJerseyMomma"},"uri":{"$t":"http:\/\/www.blogger.com\/profile\/15250348786720873911"},"email":{"$t":"noreply@blogger.com"},"gd$image":{"rel":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail","width":"32","height":"32","src":"\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/img\/b\/R29vZ2xl\/AVvXsEjp-m9MrPko8xNSuoaA9RUUiv_qVPF4AHrpTq4uaahUghUocvGIZUaJj-UtcKq0QMW-8foHWJqqduTFsoBmiqJRzfXar4Pg7cUzZirTF21G9xx20JcP6wqczmHXYG8tbw\/s220\/1545603_1075208992531938_4548202592371730516_n.jpg"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-1DQKoEZlPgU\/YHG0QTW5d3I\/AAAAAAAB6uM\/xCiu7GiMVVYlbRda1MqY53m5tVcvtkuNQCPcBGAsYHg\/s72-w640-h335-c\/IMG_9127.PNG","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"1"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8830174543241873776.post-8096924104388454446"},"published":{"$t":"2016-05-04T09:57:00.002-04:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2021-04-12T10:27:44.265-04:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Gotcha Day"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"pet adoption"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"pet loss"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Celebrating Gotcha Day!"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"Today is Spot's 2nd Gotcha Day! For anyone who doesn't know what a Gotcha Day is, it's the day you celebrate when you first adopted your new companion, or the day when you first 'got them.' Get it? I can't believe we've had Spoteens for two years now! It seems like much longer. In honor of his special Gotcha Day, I am going to share a story with you.\u003Cspan\u003E\u003Ca name='more'\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/span\u003E You might not believe it. You might think I'm crazy. That's okay. I will share it anyway. Take from it what you will.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\n\u003Ca href=\"https:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-nsN-K-LazU0\/VsnQUYYvVvI\/AAAAAAAANqk\/dAW7xnRkt5c\/s1600\/IMG_1966.JPG\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" height=\"640\" src=\"https:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-nsN-K-LazU0\/VsnQUYYvVvI\/AAAAAAAANqk\/dAW7xnRkt5c\/s640\/IMG_1966.JPG\" width=\"640\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003C!--more--\u003E\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cdiv\u003E\n\u003Cdiv\u003E\nMilo passed away in 2013, and after I lost him, I still felt connected to him in so many ways. How could I not? He was like a part of me when he was here. He was my constant companion. Even though he had passed away, I sometimes got pictures of him in my head. I could see him places we had never been before. Sometimes I would get a flash of him on a beach, or by a river. Sometimes by a farm house or in a field. Once I even pictured him on a boat. Was I imagining these things? Was my mind making it all up? I don't know. All I know was that they were places I had never seen before, but so beautiful, and crystal clear. \u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Ctable align=\"center\" cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" class=\"tr-caption-container\" style=\"margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Ctbody\u003E\n\u003Ctr\u003E\u003Ctd style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Ca href=\"https:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-SzWbN66JdOI\/VsivpkCAUHI\/AAAAAAAANqU\/EvesPFhkDsM\/s1600\/IMG_1951.JPG\" style=\"margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" height=\"450\" src=\"https:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-SzWbN66JdOI\/VsivpkCAUHI\/AAAAAAAANqU\/EvesPFhkDsM\/s640\/IMG_1951.JPG\" width=\"640\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/td\u003E\u003C\/tr\u003E\n\u003Ctr\u003E\u003Ctd class=\"tr-caption\" style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003EMy Milo\u003C\/td\u003E\u003C\/tr\u003E\n\u003C\/tbody\u003E\u003C\/table\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv\u003E\nA few days after Milo passed, I got an image of him in my mind. He was swimming in what looked like a giant lake or a river. It was kind of shadowy, as early evening would be. I could see his head treading above water (even now I can picture it in my mind so clearly). The water was very still. He looked peaceful and happy, just swimming slowly. Off in the distance I could see a little town or village- tops of buildings above the grass. And then off to his right there was a bridge with a little lantern hanging on it. There was a dog on this bridge watching him. I couldn't see this dog as clearly as I saw Milo. I just saw a profile, and the dog was standing there watching him swim. I couldn't even tell what color the dog was (I would describe it best as a shadow, or something you were seeing with your peripheral vision). That was all I remember. But the image was so clear and vivid that I can flash back to it, even today. I don't see anything else in the image, just that.\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv\u003E\nI thought about it for a while, and I believed at the time that the other dog I was seeing was our old family dog, Corky, who had passed away when I was younger. The dog I saw resembled her as a puppy, so I thought maybe it was her, welcoming Milo over. That brought me a lot of comfort.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Ctable align=\"center\" cellpadding=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\" class=\"tr-caption-container\" style=\"margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Ctbody\u003E\n\u003Ctr\u003E\u003Ctd style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003E\u003Ca href=\"https:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-Y-1JC36vuck\/VsitSI_GTtI\/AAAAAAAANqI\/PSuW1HLKuFY\/s1600\/Image-1%2B%252819%2529.jpg\" style=\"margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" height=\"640\" src=\"https:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-Y-1JC36vuck\/VsitSI_GTtI\/AAAAAAAANqI\/PSuW1HLKuFY\/s640\/Image-1%2B%252819%2529.jpg\" width=\"480\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/td\u003E\u003C\/tr\u003E\n\u003Ctr\u003E\u003Ctd class=\"tr-caption\" style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003ECorky, early 1980's\u003C\/td\u003E\u003C\/tr\u003E\n\u003C\/tbody\u003E\u003C\/table\u003E\n\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\nMonths later, Spot came into our lives. He sure was different than Milo, but I loved him just the same. The connection I had with Milo was so special. I knew I didn't quite have that with Spot, but I tried so hard to make him love me. It took a long time for him to accept all of us as a family. He was a loving, sweet dog, but he didn't trust us right away, and I guess I don't blame him. Who knows where he was before he came to us? I don't know anything about his prior life. But to anyone who is adopting a new dog after losing another, I just urge you to give it time. Spot and I didn't click right away. It took time, but he is such a bright, shining light in all of our lives, like a little ball of love. You need to give that new dog a chance. Here's why. Shortly after we adopted Spot, he was sitting on the sofa staring out the window. He looked so cute that I took a picture. But when I looked at the picture, I did a double take. Something struck me right away when I looked at it.\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cdiv class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003E\n\u003Ca href=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-TsADGxriOg8\/VsipR_pgOzI\/AAAAAAAANp8\/ZX8OdBVck30\/s1600\/Image-1%2B%252818%2529.jpg\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003E\u003Cimg border=\"0\" height=\"640\" src=\"https:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-TsADGxriOg8\/VsipR_pgOzI\/AAAAAAAANp8\/ZX8OdBVck30\/s640\/Image-1%2B%252818%2529.jpg\" width=\"480\" \/\u003E\u003C\/a\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv\u003E\nHe kind of looked like the dog I had seen in that image in my mind, the one who was watching Milo from the bridge. I tried to make sense of it. Where would Spot have been when Milo passed away? I did some math. He hadn't been born yet. Is it possible this little angel had been on the other side, waiting on the bridge for the torch to be passed, so to speak? I'll never know. I just know what I saw and what I can pass on to you.\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv\u003E\nThere is a scene from the movie Dances with Wolves that I have always loved. The character Wind in His Hair explains something important to Kevin Costner's character, Dances with Wolves. Costner's character marries a girl named Stands with a Fist (who was the widow of Wind's friend).\u0026nbsp;\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv\u003E\n\u003Ci\u003E\u003Cb\u003EWind in His Hair\u003C\/b\u003E: You know the man she \u0026nbsp;mourned for, he was my best friend.\u003C\/i\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv\u003E\n\u003Ci\u003E\u003Cb\u003EDances with Wolves\u003C\/b\u003E: \u0026nbsp;I didn't know that.\u003C\/i\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv\u003E\n\u003Ci\u003E\u003Cb\u003EWind in His Hair\u003C\/b\u003E: He was a good man. It has been hard for me to like you. I am not the thinker. Kicking Bird is. I always feel anger first. There were no answers to my questions. But now I think he went away because you were coming. That is how I see it.\u003C\/i\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\u003C\/div\u003E\n\u003Cdiv\u003E\nI can't explain this life. I can't explain what happens after we leave it. Is it possible someone leaves our life so another can come in, or so that our life can take another direction? Perhaps we're all just part of a bigger picture. I don't know. But I know Milo was here for a reason, and I know what he brought me in my life and how much he gave me. Spot already gives us all so much, so perhaps he is here for a reason, too. Happy Gotcha Day, little one. I may not know what the bigger picture is, but I know there \u003Ci\u003Eis \u003C\/i\u003Eone.\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cbr \/\u003E\n\u003Cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003E\n\u003Ci\u003E\"But now I think he went away because you were coming. 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