An ending and a beginning.
Last November my husband and I adopted a pitbull/boxer mix named Kirby. He was about a year and a half old and he was adorable. He was the first dog I'd owned that wasn't a "family" dog and I fell head over heels in love with him. Unfortunately less than two months later, just a few days shy of the new year, he jumped our six foot fence because he saw a dog on the other side of the street. He was struck by a car and sadly passed away. I was devastated, beyond devastated if that's a thing. I went to a very dark place.
But then I made a conscious decision to celebrate his life rather than mourn his death. I read a meme somewhere "Be the person your dog thinks you are" and I took it to heart. I completely changed my outlook on life, I deleted negative people from Facebook, I made an effort to only post positive things, I left comments on peoples statuses and interacted with people more often. It's amazing how such a small change can impact your life.
Cut to this past weekend when my husband and I went to an adoption event for Forgotten Dogs Rescue and ended up coming home with Loki. It wasn't supposed to happen, we were just going to look. He's younger than we would've usually gone for but we both fell in love with him. He is a pitbull mix, though with what we aren't sure but we suspect either box or ridgeback. I was nervous that after falling for Kirby so hard I would find it difficult to open my heart up to a new dog, thankfully this melonhead has given me lots of reasons to love him already. I will never forget Kirby, he will always be my first, but I would be doing him a disservice if I let his memory affect my relationship with Loki. I'm going to honor Kirby by loving Loki fiercely, which truly is the only way I know how.
Expect lots of photos in the coming weeks :)