For 18 weeks, the space beside me was mostly vacant.
I had an occasional passenger in my car; a friend, a family member, a coworker.
I had friends I shared meals, movies, wine and conversations with.
I had company, but not my dearest friend.
After 18 weeks, Tahn finally came to live with me in San Diego. The weekend after I moved into my new (and permanent!!) place, I drove to the Bay Area and back in the span of 40 hours. It was exhausting, emotional, and worth every second.
Tahnee, minutes after we started our journey to San Diego, stopping for gas. Very anxious.
Starting to relax, hoping she's really staying with me this time. Anxiety diminishing.
Finally able to fully relax and rest. Anxiety almost gone.
Stopping at my favorite gas station with my Tahn. Anxiety free and loving life.
At our new home, with her new roommie and best friend, Maya.
The space next to me is now filled with two rambunctious, happy, playful dogs. And I couldn’t be more thrilled.
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Many, many, many thanks to my dad for taking care of Tahn for the 18 weeks. He fed her, WALKED her (walked her more than she has ever been walked in her life) and gave her tons of love. If it wasn’t for him, I don’t know what I would have done. He’s the best.
Retro photo of my dad and Tahn. Circa 2008 (Isn't she a small little girl?!?!)
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