Meet Duke! He’s absolutely gorgeous and is 8 years old. He has had a great home so there’s none of the issues you might expect with a rescue dog. I met him and fell in love. But when I got home, I began to question myself and my abilities at this time.
Between the depression of losing my best friend and the continual pain, I don’t feel very responsible. I am not sure I could really take care of him. I do know that he would certainly take over and help eliminate the loneliness here. But I want to do good by him and I just continually doubt myself.
What if I have a bad day with pain and can’t take him out for a walk for pleasure (I have a doggie door so he will be able to go out whenever he wants to but I know he’ll want to go for walks too and I want to be able to walk with him – not sure what will happen with my pain but willing to try.
I have to clean up the house making it doggie proof and that’s an ominous task right now. I’m not sure at all. I have to see what my heart and mind come up with. I’ll keep you posted.