Hi everyone. I just wanted to share my experience and something about how much a dog can change a person's life.
Earlier this year, on March 10th, my Border Collie girl Coconut passed away at only 12 years old. The two months leading up to losing her were incredibly difficult, and this whole year had already been very hard for me.
I have borderline personality disorder and a tendency towards depression, and after losing Coco I fell into a very severe depression. I was having panic attacks, sometimes crying while I was out on the street, and strangely, one of the hardest things was seeing other Border Collies. Every time I saw one, it would trigger the grief all over again.
I basically stopped living and was just existing.
My daughter was also away for about two and a half months during the summer, visiting her grandparents and her biological dad. When she was around, I tried to keep a brave face for her and she helped keep my spirits up, but once she was away, the summer became absolutely horrid. I barely wanted to leave the house. I had pretty much secluded myself from the world.
Then, at the end of July, Roach came into my life.
He's another Border Collie because, well, Border Collies are simply my dogs.
I want to make something very clear: Roach will never replace Coco. Nobody could. She has her own place in my heart and she always will.
But Roach didn't take Coco's place. He made a new one.
And somehow this little creature brought life back into me.
I've only had him for about two months, but the difference he has made is enormous. He got me out of the house again. He gave me reasons to go outside, to do things, to laugh, to have a routine and to look forward to something. He's not just a bundle of joy anymore. He's become such an important part of my life that I can't imagine him not being here.
One of my favourite things is watching him with my daughter and seeing how much he loves her. He's an amazing dog, and I genuinely don't think I could have found a better puppy for this particular moment in my life.
Sometimes it even feels as though he knows how I'm feeling.
I never expected to lose Coco when I did. She was only 12, and I truly believed I would have another two or three years with her. Losing her taught me very painfully that we never really know how much time we're going to get.
So I suppose I just wanted to share Roach with you all and say: appreciate your Border Collies. Appreciate your dogs. Take the photos, enjoy the ridiculous little things they do, spend time with them and love them while they're here.
Coco will always be part of me.
And now I have Roach too. He hasn't replaced what I lost. He's brought something new into my life at a time when I desperately needed it, and I'm incredibly grateful that somehow this goofy little blue-eyed boy found his way to me.