It was rough getting used to a puppy. Being a pet store purchase and from an unknown breeder where she lived in unknown conditions... she had immediate health problems. She had worms. She was "on the verge" of kennel cough. It took some treatment to get her back to healthy. But she was attentive and bouncy and fun and remarkably quiet. I started working on training her and she was a fast learner.
She's been with me through that first marriage, gaining a dog-sister, our move from Cincinnati to Indianapolis, my getting involved in community theatre and taking oodles of time away from her, the ending of that first marriage, the custody "battle" over our pooches, the new man in my life, my second marriage, new apartments, townhouses, our house with a great back yard, my pregnancy and miscarriage, another pregnancy, a new baby, another pregnancy, another baby, losing her dog-sister (Ginger), being the only pet.
She was there when I found my ex-husband's porn stash- over and over and over. She was there when I left him. She was there when I lost out on theatre roles I wanted. She was there when I celebrated roles I never dreamed I'd be offered. She was there when I fell in love with Jeff. She was there when we celebrated our first pregnancy. She was there when I mourned and grieved my miscarriage. She was there when we brought Teagan home from the hospital. She was there when I struggled with nursing and cracked, bleeding nipples and thrush. She was part of my calm after Zach's birth. She's been through everything with me in the last 11 years. Often by my side, at my hand, comforting me, soaking up and licking away my tears. She knows exactly how to make even the most anti-dog people in our circle come to love her, to adore her. She's attached to me, my husband, my kids, my friends. She's a little squeak of a dog.
That's a lot for her little 8 pounds to carry. I worry about how much more time she has. I'm hopeful that she still has a good 3+ years in her.
She carries the history of me.