Emily_Babbelhund
Mama Red HOT Pepper
- Location
- Regensburg, Germany
Today I put Carbon's blue 'in training' cape on for the first time with all his patches sewn in place. He looked so smart and so proud of himself. I'm very proud of how far he's come. In many ways, though he is still a foster, he now does a lot of service dog tasks that Brogan did for me, especially helping with stairs and mitigating some of the worst symptoms of other injury-related issues I have.
However...
...for tonight's walk I put on Carbon's new vest again and it just felt wrong. I bought the particular make and style of vest because I knew it from Brogan. It is light, comfortable and well made. Blue is my favourite color, so I bought blue again, just like I did for Brogan. Why not? It's pretty. Except when I put it on tonight, all I could think of was that the sight of that vest made me angry and so sad. I wanted to see that vest on another dog whom I still miss so very, very much.
The upshot was that I had to take off Carbon's shiny new vest during our evening walk. I balled it up in my bag, was brusque and impatient during our walk, and had an ugly cry when I got home. Poor Carbon...that's so not fair to him.
As sweet as Carbon is, we don't especially click. He wants food, I give him food, he "loves me" for the food. He does keep an eye on me and I'm pretty sure he likes me, but he's not one for a cuddle -something that changed from our early days - and I feel pretty much interchangeable with anyone else who comes up to him with the right sort of food and cheery voice.
And that's ok, really, I guess - though I wish the situation was different - as I'm just holding him safe until his real human comes along.
If Carbon isn't my dog then I'm becoming convinced that I'm at the end of the line dog-wise. I had the chance at a really excellent puppy this past year and made the incredibly hard decision to pass. There's another coming up in January I could probably have if I gave a big push. But I'm not going to. I don't think I have it in me, and after nearly four years, I don't think it's going to change any time soon, no matter how much I wish it would.
As sad as it makes me, I wonder... what if you can never move on... even though you really should?

However...
...for tonight's walk I put on Carbon's new vest again and it just felt wrong. I bought the particular make and style of vest because I knew it from Brogan. It is light, comfortable and well made. Blue is my favourite color, so I bought blue again, just like I did for Brogan. Why not? It's pretty. Except when I put it on tonight, all I could think of was that the sight of that vest made me angry and so sad. I wanted to see that vest on another dog whom I still miss so very, very much.
The upshot was that I had to take off Carbon's shiny new vest during our evening walk. I balled it up in my bag, was brusque and impatient during our walk, and had an ugly cry when I got home. Poor Carbon...that's so not fair to him.
As sweet as Carbon is, we don't especially click. He wants food, I give him food, he "loves me" for the food. He does keep an eye on me and I'm pretty sure he likes me, but he's not one for a cuddle -something that changed from our early days - and I feel pretty much interchangeable with anyone else who comes up to him with the right sort of food and cheery voice.
And that's ok, really, I guess - though I wish the situation was different - as I'm just holding him safe until his real human comes along.
If Carbon isn't my dog then I'm becoming convinced that I'm at the end of the line dog-wise. I had the chance at a really excellent puppy this past year and made the incredibly hard decision to pass. There's another coming up in January I could probably have if I gave a big push. But I'm not going to. I don't think I have it in me, and after nearly four years, I don't think it's going to change any time soon, no matter how much I wish it would.
As sad as it makes me, I wonder... what if you can never move on... even though you really should?


