I really want a dog

2017 was a horrible year, emotionally.

My life was on hold as I watched my beloved brother face a terminal brain tumour. I learnt about love as I observed the devotion of his wonderful wife, and realised how precious life really is.

I discovered how much we as humans can sacrifice for those who we love unconditionally. I saw inner strength rise in this special woman – strength needed so she could tend for every need of my brother.

After eleven months we lost Graeme.

My family gathered from far and near, celebrating his life rather than grieving over his untimely departure.

We have our lives for an indefinite time – what we encounter along the journey can change us. I believe my family have changed in many ways. I definitely am a different person.

Graeme’s fight to live and his disappointment that he didn’t have extra time after the chemo and operation, devastated us all.

In the three weeks that have passed since he left us, I know the truth – he has gone from us, but my acceptance of his going is fleeting, and grief comes and passes.

I have discovered I have a need after his passing that my faith alone can not fill.

I am aware I must begin my life again without my brother being here.

There is always something positive to be gained after such experience if we start looking for it. For me it is the realisation of how deep we as humans are capable of loving one another.

I observed old frictions pass away. New tolerance and empathy replaces what were family antagonisms.

I observed the strength within my family is our ability to love, support, encourage, and stand by each other through difficulties.

Now when returning to my normal life, nothing is quite the same as before.

The sadness, deep reflection continues, and sense of loss will never end.

For me, it is early days.

I did loose my childhood best friend. Graeme made me laugh, as a child he was inquisitive and irrepressibly brave in that he explored the boundaries – often testing our father and needing correction. Running away (not away from home), but away from our father. I still remember him racing around the house with Dad in hot pursuit – a middle aged man wearing heavy work boots chasing his fearless young son.

Did he get the strap? No.

How could our Dad discipline his son in the way we were disciplined in the 1950’s, (corporal punishment), after chasing him around the family home. Especially as the two of them began laughing the further they both ran.

Yes, Graeme made me laugh.

Perhaps it is this that I will miss most – his raw humour, and obvious love for me. His sense of drama and silly actions that made me giggle at him and with him, when we watched his unexpected hi jinx.

This is why I really want a dog.

During the weeks I spent with my family to visit my brother and those who were devoting every free minute to being his care givers, I grew to appreciate the power of family pets.

Especially the affection and dedication to my family by their pet dogs. On many visits through out 2017 I enjoyed the antics of these beautiful creatures. They made me laugh when I became despondent. I felt them nuzzling into me, begging to sit on my knee, resting a head on my lap, demanding my attention in ways I interpret as therapeutic and loving.

People my age are facing many unexpected ailments

Most of us are watching friends and family dying in greater number than ever before.

What better reason is there to have a devoted pet dog in an older persons life.

I want a dog of my own

I have progressively, since my return from where many of my family live, found myself imagining life with a dog at my heels on my evening walks. I imagine it following me from room to room, as wanting to be close to me. I see it exploring my courtyard garden, sniffing out the lizards. I want to play fetch, teach it tricks, and celebrate its’ accomplishments.

It feels right to imagine it reaching up on its’ hind legs, hoping I will sit it on my knees in front of the telly, or sharing my lap with my ipad as I write.

I don’t intend it to sleep on our bed, but I am sure it will do so.

I imagine combing and brushing it as I had done to my dolls locks as a child. Buying toys will be a pleasure. Visiting the vet for inoculations are likely to hurt me more than it.

Expensive? Yes, so I am told.

Taking it on our caravan trips will add a fun aspect, even though we will be prevented going into some camping grounds and national parks.

Two years ago, the experience of travelling with my doggie meant nothing. Today it excites me. My energy level is rising. My feelings of introspection, decreasing. The occasional feelings of depression lifts when I think about living with a pet dog. I can’t wait to have one.

But there are challenges to be overcome. The hubby says we are not ready for one yet as we travel a lot. What will I do with my little dog when we travel overseas to my home country and family? At the moment this appears to be a problem, as where will my beloved pooch go?

But I know that, with every challenge, there is always a way through.

Why wait until everything is in order, when all boxes are in order, as in reality this isn’t what life is about, is it?

I am wondering when is the right time?

It is like planned or unplanned parenthood – when the baby arrives it becomes the right time. It’s just a decision and then living accordingly.

Every day I find myself searching for doggies who need homes in pet refuges, or who are for sale in Australia, as I am searching for my new funny friend. The someone who will make me laugh like my brother Graeme did. It won’t bring him back, as nothing can, but my new friend may brighten what can be days when laughter is the best medicine.

Remember the song

How much is that doggie in the window?

The one with the waggly tail.

How much is that doggie in the window,

I do wish that doggie was mine.

Do you understand?

Published by Glennis Browne (Annie Browne)

New Zealand author, blogging and researcheing family trees. I write fiction ally about historical families, focusing on the challenges, social issues and indiscretions that caused major disruptions in ancestors lives. My aim is to create realistic reality by bringing greater understanding to our generation. Follow The Journeys of the Fortune Seekers Series of novels written by Annie Browne. Book 4 underway. I also write as Glennis Browne.

6 thoughts on “I really want a dog

  1. I got my dog shortly after my husband was diagnosed with Huntingtons Disease & I can’t tell how much your story touched me. Kizzy is a black lab & is 3 years old & the joy both my husband & I get from her is immense, she wakes him up everyday with a toy in her mouth so she doesn’t hurt him whilst playing on his bed & I can honestly say that I couldn’t be more grateful for her being in our lives & I couldn’t love her more, she is truly the most amazing, beautiful girl & she owns my heart.

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    1. Hello Jacqui, your comment about my blog regarding getting a dog has really encouraged me. I am very happy that your lovely black lab, Kizzy, is bringing you both such pleasure. Our Annie is bringing my husband and I such pleasure and enjoyment as well. I hope your husband is doing well. I’ sure Kizzy is a highlight in his life. Regards, Glennis.


    1. Yes, the proper care and feeding of a dog can be expensive. And yes, a dog will tie you down a bit. But the goodness they bring to your life is worth it, many times over. Scientific studies have found that people live longer, healthier, and happier lives with a pet to love. You can’t put a price tag on that!

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