The Dog Who Healed My Heart
Bella loved me through two significant relationship breakups
“You’re lucky dear, you’re the first to call. You’ll get the pick of the litter.” And just like that, the decision was made — I was going to be a dog-mum.
It was the mid-2000s and being in my late twenties, I was terribly broody for human babies. My boyfriend at the time was four years younger than me, and not yet ready to settle down and become a father.
I’d taken to volunteering at the local pet rehoming center and had a part-time job at a kennels. I needed to be around animals as often as possible. Human babies were too close to home — too raw and painful to be around.
I’d lost a baby three years earlier, but the hormones had never returned to normal. I longed for a baby. So much so, there was an emotional ache that would sometimes take my breath away. For now, human babies would have to wait.
I transferred all my mothering instincts into wanting a dog. Don’t judge. I didn’t take this decision lightly. I’d read all the books on dog breeds and training needs — I was ready.
The breeder of the litter of puppies was a real Dame. She was an elderly lady, as strong as an ox, living alone in a huge country mansion in the countryside. She spoke with a plum in her mouth, but…