Olive is gone.
On Christmas Eve she peacefully passed away … too soon. But my God she changed my life.
Olive was my first dog.
I was 34 when I got her. I didn't grow up with a dog or cat, so I'll be honest, writing this tribute seems indulgent- almost embarrassing. Countless others have gone through this kind of loss quietly, privately. Am I over-reacting?
I wanted a dog my whole life but because of my gypsy lifestyle in NYC, always having to sublet my apt for gigs for over a decade, I waited.
4½ years ago when my husband Scott deployed to Africa for a year with the Navy -He encouraged me to get a dog to keep me company while he was away.
I began the search to adopt ... But I still didn’t know if I was ready.
I thought maybe I was too selfish, too busy, too strapped for money to take care of another creature.
Olive proved me wrong.
I couldn't have gotten through the deployment without her.
I went from being anxious, worried and depressed to channeling my
energy and love to a 6 lbs, toothless, toy poodle who was freed by the amazing 'Bald Is Beautiful Dog Rescue' organization. She had been kept in a small cage with three other dogs for six years at a puppy mill in NC.
Olive taught me to be present, she reminded me that PLAY is IMPORTANT,
she made me appreciate the moment, laugh out loud again, and howl when happy.