I think you'll know. Sometimes you don't pick them ... they pick YOU!
I was blessed to have that experience almost 10 years ago. We had to put our first Yorkie down (cancer at 11.5 years). I've had animals all my life (pick a creature and we've probably had one) but NEVER had to put one down. It was the right thing to do of course but that doesn't diminish what you're actually doing. I was devastated.
A week later, we went to "look" at puppies. I was definitely against getting another dog. I picked up one of the puppies and he immediately settled onto my shoulder. He was SO CUTE! I asked him if he was "lovey" to which he answered by licking my face. For the next 90 minutes, I would shift him periodically from one shoulder to the other and he never budged. I kept getting kisses ... and by the time we were ready to leave -- I had my Ozzie. That was in 1997. |