By: Kirstyn Northrop cobb
Almost a year ago, I wrote an article about a senior poodle that I brought in. I named him Spike. Spike was a fifteen year old boy. He was vision impaired and hearing impaired when I brought him in. In time, we would discover that he had gone into heart failure and would soon become totally blind and deaf. Still, his nose worked well enough that he could sense where I was and he followed me everywhere. Spike was by far the bossiest of all my dogs and told my other dogs (and pig!) who was boss all the time and they totally respected him.
Recently, Spike lost the use of his back legs. We rushed him to the vet who told us that, at sixteen years old, it was probably time. We held him as he passed away peacefully.
Spike was only with us for a year, but in that time, I had come to love him very much.
The next day, I received an urgent call from a local shelter. They had a poodle who was in serious need of a foster home because he was terrified at the shelter. I picked him up and brought him home. He was terrified and did need some TLC. I worked with him, had him vetted, had him groomed and prepared him for a good home.
I thought about keeping him, filling the void left by Spike, but he just wasn’t the one for me. There was nothing wrong with him and he was a sweet little boy, but he wasn’t my Spike.
I feel that he came into my life at the right time. He helped to distract me and helped me to get through my grief. I helped him to get ready for a forever home. He has since been adopted.
I will never forget Spike. I loved that little guy. I will never regret my choice to adopt a senior dog. Was he in my life for a shorter period of time than I would like? Yes, but aren’t all dogs? Would I do it again in a heartbeat? Absolutely. But, I will continue to distract myself by fostering. I will continue to help dogs who need me and life will go on. And in time, will I find another senior poodle who will become my sidekick? I am sure of it.