It has been a bitter sweet time right now, my husband and I have new house, we dreamed and fought to make it happen and one of the big things that make it a home was we have a large backyard for my dog, to wander and smell and rest and run. Sadly my beautiful basset hound Callahan had been diagnosed with lymphoma and we were lucky to share our house with him for his last month, and for that I am grateful.
I am also grateful for having that pup in my life for the past four years. He was a goofy, sweet, silly, and perfect dog for us. He came into my life when I started dating my boyfriend, a cute bonus for dating a renaissance man. My then boyfriend proposed, 6 months later and the prospect of this sweet little hound would be my adopted baby. My boyfriend who became my fiancé and I lived a part for a year and a half. Me in NY missing them while they moved back to California. 6 months later I was reunited as we planned our lil family to be reunited the following year as I was to follow them to and move to California.
My year in California was ruff. I missed my friends and I was transitioning to trying to find work and planning a wedding. I became depressed and that sweet Basset with the expressive eyes gave me the will to get up out of bed and take him for endless walks, begin meeting people and other dogs at a local dog park and comforted me through finding myself in a new state. Petting his soft fur and talking to him in that voice I reserve for fluffy animals. I was healing. My husband and I came to a fork in the road with the increase of housing prices in California and my lack of work teaching, a house in which we both wanted was not an option. On one of our nightly walks with Callahan I spoke the harsh reality that we would never have a backyard for our sweet pup to have in his life time. This got my husband thinking and we decided to roll the dice and move to Colorado.
We moved all of our stuff to go, moved it into an apartment, and then went to NY for our wedding, after that we got our dog in California and head out to our new future in Colorado. It worked out cause here we are both working in our fields and new home owners.
Id like to think it wasn't gentrification that got us here but a little Basset Hound that brought us to our current location. All I know is when ever I felt lonely, stressed, scared or excited. I had that pup there with us, looking up at us to ask, well where to next. I not only like dogs but I love them and I have so many memories of this one because by chance he became mine. I refurred to him as the cherry on top in life. He has made me a crazy Basset hound lover. I know that he has made me happy and has left a huge impact on my life but my husband and I where talking about how we gave him an amazing life. He was a rescue dog that certainly was part of huge changes in both of our life's. West coast, East Coast and mid west that dog's life was a reminder to go with it and live life, rest, and keep fighting. I will dearly miss my fur baby more than even I can imagine, but he wasn't the lucky ones, we were for simply allowing him to steal our hearts, This post is a huge tribute to my lovely baby That I will hold in my heart.
