That summer two years ago was a pretty rough one. We were supposed to be making final preparations for Brady's arrival in late July. Instead, we were partying and drinking (probably too much), and trying to convince ourselves that we could be happy. It was after attending an engagement party for Tim's brother and then-fiance (now wife) that I decided we should have a dog. We already had a cat at that time, though she was not much for cuddling. In fact, she preferred to violently attack rather than cuddle or do any cute cat things. At the engagement party I got to play and cuddle with Catherine's Pomeranian. I told Tim about our dogs we had growing up - Australian terriers named Buddy and Mac. Then I told him I wanted to look for an Australian terrier. I hardly believed it when the next day he sent me a link to an Australian terrier mix that was available for adoption at the Humane Society. Tim got off work early, and we headed up to meet Sebastian. As soon as I heard the click of his paws down the hallway, I knew I was in love, and Tim knew we were bringing a dog home!
All of our fur babies have provided comfort, support, unconditional love, and given us something to take care of when our arms and hearts feel most empty. It may seem a little crazy to have three small dogs, and honestly it probably is, but they have been some of the best therapy for our grieving hearts. They don't replace Brady or Henry, but they do give us something to love. Sebastian kept me company during the long days, weeks, and months of bed rest, Murphy has stolen Tim's heart (and mine, too), and Charlie just keeps us on our toes. We haven't quite figured out how we'll manage all three dogs and a baby, once that day comes. But then again, we weren't sure how we'd manage one dog and Henry, and like so many things, we just figured it out.
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