Two years ago today, I adopted my dog Bear. This wasn’t something I planned, it happened by chance, and I love to believe, by fate.
My life was so different two years ago than it is today. If I had known then what beauty lay ahead of me…well, I couldn’t have even fathomed it. And Bear was the first step in the process.
It sounds dramatic to say, but Bear literally pulled me out of one of the darkest times of my life. My friends tried desperately to change my outlook, but I was stalled, stagnant, lost in one place, barely able to get myself off the sofa. Plenty had happened to put me there, but it was bigger than all that. I felt the failures of my life, the loss and my history were bigger than me, bigger than my ability to cope.
Bear taught me how to open my heart, and was literally my reason for getting out of bed for awhile. Pretty big stuff for a being all of 12 weeks old.
Today, Bear is 107 pounds and the furry heart of our household. When I first began seeing my husband, I worried about how Bear would adjust. At that time, we had been on our own—just Bear and I—for almost a year. I didn’t know how he would feel about someone coming into our lives and taking my attention and time away from him. But, from the moment Shea walked in the door the first time, Bear was smitten and Shea adored him. Even though I often give Shea a hard time about Bear preferring him to me, and loving him more—I couldn’t be happier that the two of them have bonded the way that they have. Shea loves Bear the way I do and cares for our three cats the same way. I couldn’t have asked for someone who would better fit into my life and who would love and accept these animals as part of the package of being with me.
Our house is chaotic and loud, almost always messy, jealousy abounds amongst the animals and skirmishes are frequent. Bear sleeps with us in our king-sized bed, and we rarely get a full night’s sleep, as Bear adjusts to make himself more comfortable during the night, or chases one of the cats off the bed. I can’t leave the house without someone’s fur on me, fur that seems impervious to any lint brush, roller, or tape that I try to use to remove it. And I wouldn’t change a thing.
Two years ago today, as I got out of bed that morning, before I knew what the day held, I felt hopeless. I couldn’t imagine that love would find me in any form, I couldn’t imagine feeling true joy again. I thought my future was bleak. Little did I know, that day, the first piece of the puzzle would slip into place, leading me to where I am now.
Little did I know, I would have everything I ever dreamed of, all in two years’ time.