I get that. When I lost my previous therapy dog prematurely, I had resigned myself to him being our last & best. It was really my DW who pushed me into another. Her assessment was correct that, in our case, it wasn't really an option -- I literally need a therapy dog, despite the difficulties.

I had many doubts through puppyhood, often crying for no longer being able to do the things I did with the last (before he became a therapy dog). Every time, guess who it was that came to assuage my tears?
.
(Below)

Looking back, I think it was a mistake for me to resign myself that way. It was negativity. There will be plenty of time to assess the situation when you really need to, so why even contemplate it now? Stuff happens -- sometimes for the good/better.

Enjoy Cindy & Peach now. The future will sort itself out in its own time, so please forget about any sadness.
.


Doc

Attached Thumbnails