Our last few weeks have been a bit insane. Full of some good and some sad changes to our lives. I’ve definitely been in need of some hound healing and times like these remind me why I started this blog in the first place. I have struggled recently with things to write about. Life has been hectic and I’ve lost some of my motivation to sit down and let all of you know what has been going on. But a few weeks ago the hounds really came to my aid and I do want to share everything because it’s the type of story I want to share on this blog. I named the blog Healed by the Hound because I’m amazed at how my pets have changed me and truly healed me at the times I’ve felt broken. My grandma passed away at the end of August. We saw it coming to an extent but her death still seemed to come much more quickly than I thought it would. My dad kept me informed on her condition for a couple of days and during that time I really struggled with each update. Each time I got off the phone I felt more and more sad and aware of her imminent passing. After one of the calls, I crawled in my bed and cried. My husband came in and tried to comfort me but I couldn’t stop my tears. Kitty heard my cries from across the house and he came running (literally) to see why I was so upset. He jumped on the bed, put himself between Patrick and I, laid down, and put his paw on my arm. When I didn’t stop he got up and sat down next to my head and sniffed my face. When I still didn’t stop crying he got up and positioned himself over my face and laid down across my face in what I can only imagine was an attempt to stop the awful noises coming from my mouth. I instantly started laughing which left me in a weird half laugh, half cry, don’t really know what to do now kind of mood! Eventually I just continued laughing and my tears dried up, and/or were absorbed into Kitty’s fur. It was exactly what I needed. I hadn’t laughed in days, I had only felt sadness and worry. The laughter put hope and a little bit of happiness back in my heart and I will always remember that Kitty did that for me. People always say that dogs know when you are sad. I agree and have experienced this first hand, but I do believe Kitty wanted to help comfort me even if he did finally just try to shut me up!
Since she died I’ve found myself leaning on the hounds more than usual. I’m so thankful they are in my life and that I am lucky enough to be able to be their “mom.” I don’t know how I’d get through the tough times without their warm hugs and sloppy kisses!