Fast forward to last January.
A litter of springer spaniel's were brought into the clinic where my mother works, I ended up picking out exactly what I wanted, a dark liver and white male. Now onto waiting those long 6 weeks!
6 weeks later I got a call that the puppy I had picked out and one other were stolen. I was devastated. I had to wait for the next litter... but that sadness was nothing compared to what was ahead.
Shortly after, one night Kash immediately seemed off so we rushed him to the clinic. He was diagnosed with Congestive Heart Failure and Cardiomyopathy. He wasn't supposed to make it through the night, but he pulled through. At that point I was glad I didn't get the puppy.. I spent all of my time with Kash. He had another attack the next week, and barely pulled through.
On March 19th last year, he had another one. I write this with tears streaming down my face, that was the hardest day of my entire life. Our vet came to our home, Kash was laying in my lap, and I was slumped over him, telling him how much I loved him. He took his last breath. Oh how I wished I was a little 9 year old girl again, feeling him take his FIRST breath.
It hurt so bad to try and carry on, but Appy was confused, she only knew him.. she was lost.
6 months later:
I got a call the litter was born of springers, there were 6, and 5 were spoken for. So I got whatever was left. I still dreamed of that dark liver with white male, with green eyes.
Appy got sick, she couldn't keep food down, water, boiled rice, mash, applesauce, NOTHING. She missed Kash so much.
The only solace I had was the huge hummingbird that would fly by, and hover in front of me every day since Kash passed.
On Wednesday my puppy was delivered to the clinic, my mom text me a picture and said I wouldn't believe it. There he was... a dark chocolate liver and white green eyed beautiful male English Springer Spaniel.
On Friday, the big hummingbird didn't show up... and I knew.
I said goodbye to my second best friend that day.
I was outside crying, I couldn't believe it. I was screaming and so heartbroken
Then, on Saturday, I saw that hummingbird.. but he was with another hummingbird. The two of them flew by, and I haven't seen them since.
That's when I realized something.
If I had gotten the FIRST puppy, I would have gave all of my attention to it, and not Kash, not knowing he was sick at the time. God's tinning is so perfect.
So here I was, upset and heartbroken, but then there was Charlie, and he was perfect.
I could not have made a better dog, his personality is a mix of Kash and Appy.
9 months later:
Raising him, and him loving me so much mended my soul, this floppy, goofy puppy was exactly what I wanted, but he is more than that... he is exactly what I needed.
So now meet Charlie, the light of my life!