Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Love Found-A New Beginning


The journey to find a new Service Dog was difficult, with many fits and starts along the way. I was determined to find a Standard Poodle that was a different color than Bo, but with the same personality/qualities that you would look for in an Seizure Alert/General Service Dog. I contacted several agencies, all of which had placed their dogs with partners leaving me with a 6 month to 1 year gap between placement. I managed to find one possible placement, but the logistics didn't work out. Finally, I began to look at hunting poodles, and was directed to Jac Harbour. She trains both hunting poodles and Service dogs. Jac has started several Service Dog agencies in both Canada and the US, and does temperament testing on puppies for likely candidates to various agencies. She has also trained seizure alert dogs, which will be the new puppy's main job. Jac has a sterling reputation, as do her dogs so I contacted her. She happened to have just had a litter become available. We discussed my needs and she was able to suggest a puppy to me. What color do you think the little guy was? You guessed it...black. He looked as if he could have been my Bonar as a puppy. Pedigrees were brought to Dr. Dee, and much discussion/agonizing ensued. We finally decided to go ahead with the puppy and sent an email off to that effect. Jac agreed to train him for several months, as a Service Dog-in-Training. He would cover most of the commands that he would need before coming home to me. I would receive him close to Christmas, at the age of almost 5 months. Such a Christmas present I would be receiving. It was almost as if my Bo was guiding us towards this little boy. (The acceptance email was sent 4 hours before my Bonar passed away)

Love Lost-The End


Six weeks ago my beautiful Service Dog, Bonar, was the picture of health. He was a strong, vibrant Standard Poodle who was devoted to my care, and loved everyone. Bo had been my companion for 9 years. We raised him from a pup up to a year, gave him his initial training, and sent him off to college. (service dog school) He remained in Service Dog School for 6 months. Other than those 6 months were we always together. He weathered many hospital stays, and ER visits for both me and my husband, Randy.

Six week ago we received news that Bo had lymphoma. His prognosis was VERY bleak. The vet that performed the Ultrasound suggested we start looking for a Service dog immediately. The vets gave Bo a time line stemming from 3 weeks to 3 months, no more. Three weeks and one day from the day of diagnosis, Bo passed away. Along with him, part of me was lost. I will always love and miss my sweet Bo. He was one of a kind, and anyone that met him knew he was a special, special dog. Bonar resides on my piano, his memorial watching over me at all times. He is in my necklace, my heart, my mind and my soul. Life without him is not as joyous. God Bless you my sweet boy. May you have huge wings, a bright halo, and all the ice cream cones you can eat in heaven. Mommy loves you always!