I have lived a life of problems with change and commitment. Changing jobs, breaking up with obviously terrible boyfriends. I guess once I was committed, it was hard to change because I hate change. So, fast forward….
Our dear Wally, a chihuahua/terrier mix, passed away last March at the age of about 15. His last year was not filled with vets and illness, but just a slow decline where you know he won’t get better, but those good days, you prayed they would continue. My friend, who communicates with animals, told me both before and after Wally passed, that he knew he was loved and he’s coming back. Probably around this time of year, in the form of a tan chihuahua. Laugh all you want, I believe it!
My son and daughter-in-law were over on Sunday for dinner, and she suddenly started sending me links to dogs! My brother-in-law out of the clear blue sky, sent me one too! I contacted the agencies on both, but liked the sound of the second, Missy, history better. So I got my husband on board, and sent in an application, spoke with the rescue coordinator, and went to bed. And Dreamed.
I dreamed I had rsvp’d to go to Kyle Richards’ wedding in California! But I had just been IN California, and didn’t want to fly back. But they were waiting for me! They had a dress for me! “You need to take responsibility”, someone said. Next, I see in my dream, a baby I’m supposed to be taking care of! Whose baby? Not mine – I’m 65! Who is taking care of them?
Ugh – change and commitment! Do we want another dog? We like to come and go as we please, but is it because Wally was so incapacitated towards the end and couldn’t go to my brother-in-law’s kennel? Should we think back and watch the videos of when Wally first arrived and how we’d play with him? Is a dog what our home needs? Someone else for the two of us to think about and care about?
I don’t know the answer, but I found out this morning that Missy, the dog we were interested in, has an adoption pending. Did the fates answer the question “Are we ready for another?” by giving her to someone else? My friend said our next dog will come to us when we’re not looking, so I think I will put aside the pet rescue websites and be patient.
Another part of my dream involved riding my e-bike. In two separate instances, I put the bike down, tucked it away, and when I returned, it was gone. Both times Pete Hegseth had walked by. Did he steal both of them? I’ll never know. I woke up.
Thoughts From The Passenger Seat 