After my onset, I went through a lengthy period of deep depression. Many days were spent either curled up in bed crying or on the couch with the inability to do the simplest of tasks. Personal hygiene flew out the window and I had to be reminded when to shower (still do occasionally).
I can't remember who's bright idea it was to get a puppy but the discussion came up. Everyone was excited to get one and everyone promised to help take care of it.
It had to be a hypoallergenic dog as I had allergies. We knew we wanted a small dog as our home and yard weren't very large. Also, due to my mental and physical state, at that moment, I didn't feel like doing multiple marathons a day to meet the requirements of a larger dog. Everyone did agree that they would help me with walking it though.
We knew we didn't want one from the pet store as around here the stores are provided with their dogs from puppy mills. We started looking online and found an older gentleman, living 4 hours north of us, that had Yorkie puppies for sale.
I was actually EXCITED en route to see our potential new addition to our family! When we got there, the gentleman was walking around his yard; 1 beer in his hand and 1 in each of his side pockets haha! The pups however were in great shape; needed a bath and grooming but were well fed and happy. I saw a tiny male Yorkie and he said, "You don't want him, he's a dud". At that moment I knew he was MY dog! A dud? All because his right ear was bent?
It was love at first site for me; I had a little man to take care of. We brought him home and while sitting around the dining room table with him ON the table, we all threw out names until we unanimously chose "Boomer".
Now when everyone left in the morning for school and work, I HAD to get up and bring this little guy out for his business and I HAD to ensure he had food and water. Boomer is a very sensitive and emotional dog. Not only does he sense and respond to my emotions but he visibly displays his own. He has become a true companion animal for me. I can't help but not laugh over the silly things that he does. I can't help but not melt over the unconditional love that he gives me. I can't help but not be forever grateful that he is in my life as he truly gave me the motivation and the reason to get up. I love Boomer to pieces!
One final note: the family promise to help out with him never happened!!
Laura Marchildon will blog honest and true posts about her real life experiences.