…Finnegan Two. It may seem strange that we have gone about it this way, but we picked up the very last male from the breeder. We also named him Finnegan. Telling the youngest two of the three kids just didn’t seem like something we were ready to do. They are just still too young to really understand what happened.
So we brought this little guy home, and all the kids believe is that he is back from the doctor. He is making busy work of filling the hole in our hearts (mine, Andy’s and Drew’s), though it is not taking very much effort on his part in the least. While he is so similar in appearance and even personality, there are some definite distinctions, and I can’t help but compare them. I just told Andy, that I will know all is well when I stop doing that, and just love this new one for who he is.
Thought I would share a picture…
Just look at that face. How on earth could anyone NOT love him just as he is?
In the midst of all of this, we have experienced the genuine goodness of the human heart. The breeder we worked with (and I will most likely never work with another as long as we get Irish Water Spaniels), relayed our story to her breeder club. The members have told her that they want to donate to us to assist with the medical expenses we incurred. I don’t care if five dollars comes our way. The fact that she took the time to share what happened, and that they feel compelled to help is, purely and simply, a blessing.
Thanks to all who sent well wishes our way.