**Updated October 19th, with NEW! PICTURES! Feel free to vote again!
Ok. So. The new puppy.
Through a convoluted grapevine of events, about a week after I lost Skip, I got a phone call. From a dog breeder.
Not just any breeder, but a breeder of Cavalier King Charles Spaniels.
No big deal, except: they were the only other breed I seriously considered when I got Skip.
No pressure, she said. Just wanted to chat. She had a feeling I would be a great home for a Cavalier.
She had a feeling.
No puppies just then, current litter all spoken for. Another litter coming in November. Should she keep in touch, put me on the list?
Sure. Put me on the list. What the heck.
A few nights later, sitting in my empty lonely too-quiet, too-dark house, with tears that would not stop, my heart so broken, my arms and lap so empty, physically aching from missing my little dog who never came home. Very very sure this was NEVER going to get easier. The hours would always feel this long, the house always this empty.
Literally in the middle of a sob, an e-mail:
One of the current puppies, suddenly available. He was mine if I wanted him. She — the breeder — had a feeling I needed him, he needed me.
She had a feeling.
A quick, tearful, fervent, yes. The next weekend, a family trip, 2 hours up the highway, to meet her — the breeder.
To hold him — the pup.
To play with a yard full of the happiest, most beautiful, loving, healthiest dogs, I had ever seen.
Yes, yes, I will take him. Here is the deposit, here is my handshake, here is my heartbeat, here is my promise to be back in 7 weeks, to bring him home.
He’s a Cavalier King Charles, and If you Google “black and tan cavalier king charles.” you can see what he will look like when he grows up.
He was born 3 days after Skip died, and I sort of like to think that they crossed paths up in doggie heaven somewhere in those 3 days; that Skip told him he needed to find me, and I would take good care of him.
He will come home on November 30th.
There’s just one little thing:
He needs a name.
And I am hoping you can help:
And, now that YOU have voted, if you have a children in your life, please help them vote, too. Skip was named by my very first class, and I always loved that. So ask your kids. Heck, ask your class.
I have a feeling…