I had a brief flirtation with Substack this summer. Then I never went back to it. I’m going to kill it off soon.
Below is the one and only Substack post I made — from July 16th, 2024
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I am so numb right now. Sunday, I send my old boy (Macalester – 15) to the Rainbow Bridge after a series of seizures left him immobile. Less than 4 months ago, my middle Scottie (Adelaide – 11) flew to the Rainbow Bridge when we discovered she had metastasized bladder cancer, not a UTI.
My 18 month old Scottie girl (Victoria) is wandering around looking for her brother, and is lost. When Adelaide flew away at Easter, I put my name in for a Scottie puppy. Macalester was doing very well and living his best life. But I wanted another dog so Victoria would still have a companion when Macalester would eventually fly off.
On Friday, a puppy became available 6 months earlier that I had planned. At the same time Macalester was having medical issues. I thought there would be some overlap between dogs. I was looking forward to Macalester meeting the puppy, because Macalester has always been the most gentle and kind friend to other dogs. It wasn’t meant to be.
It’s hard to feel happy about the new puppy coming when my heart is so tender, and Victoria is grieving too. The new puppy, which I have named Alice, being available is just meant to be. And that things will be better by the New Year. It’s just hard now.