Mending a Broken Heart…

After losing my mom and my little companion, Murphy, within a two day space, I was pretty heartbroken.

I had the opportunity to meet a wonderful woman named Jan Bowe many years ago. She loves the Scottish Terrier breed as much as I do and she moderates an online forum called Nothing But Scotties. When she found out about Murphy, she was on the phone with me. She understood how hard it was but told me that I needed to find another Scottie. Her logic made perfect sense as she spoke, telling me my love of the breed could only be filled with another Scottie. And, she knew of two Scotties that might be available….

After talking with one breeder (and a great one at that!) the breeder felt her little female puppy wasn’t the one for me. I have always had male Scotties and she felt it was a boy I was looking for. In the Scottie breed, males tend to be a bit more affectionate toward their people even though Scotties are known for their very independent nature.

Jan found another great breeder who just happened to have a little male puppy available. I contacted the woman who owns the mom Scottie and we talked. I had met her years ago when we attended a Scottie picnic and we remembered each other. The male puppy was indeed available and I could meet him at a Scottie picnic in Canada! I grew cautiously excited as the day of the picnic approached.

There is little that can begin to heal a heart as desire fulfilled! Mark was even more cautious than I about getting a new puppy. Don’t let your heart overwhelm your decision, he warned.

The trip to the Scottie Picnic was a terrific diversion from all the sadness of the past few weeks. As we rode along, I felt more at ease than I had in a long time. Arriving at the park where the picnic took place was like balm on a wound! Seeing so many of this lovely little breed made me smile as I had not smiled in many weeks!

I met the puppy as well as his parents and many of his relatives! What a day! We talked to a few people who highly recommended the breeder and his puppies. It became obvious we had found “the puppy”! Two days later, one sweet little boy came to live here in the Bristolwood!

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