I’ve had a dog for a large part of my life. My first dog, Sugar, was a small black poodle that passed away when I was only seven years old. I have limited memories of her, but my parents tell tales of how they’d tell her to “stay” on the front porch of our small-town home, and come back at the end of the workday to find her still sitting proud and loyal. I do vividly remember her burial, in a remote, wooded area just off the Alberta-prarie golf course that she so loved. I remember my dad’s tears, something I hadn’t seen before, and a heavy feeling of loss. Our next family dog, an American spaniel named Jacob, lived a short four years before developing a fatal spinal blood clot. The trauma of that loss is still with me today, as he was my running buddy throughout high school and I held him close as he was euthanized at the emergency vet clinic.
As adults, my husband and I have had two dogs- our beloved Chocolate Lab, Tyson, who passed away in 2012, and our Chocolate Labradoodle, Oz, whom we had to re-home in May 2014 following some health concerns with my daughter. So, for the last four years, we’ve been dog-less. We’ve done lots of dog-sitting for friends and family and there’s been lots of chatter about “when we get a dog,” knowing that it was a foregone conclusion that our home would have a dog again at some point. But I hadn’t felt ready until very recently, much to the chagrin of my husband and children. My heart wasn’t prepared yet, and I didn’t feel like our family had the time or energy available to give. Sometime late last year though, my mentality shifted, and I felt some “space” in our lives open back up.
Our focus turned to rescue dogs. We searched for many months and put in applications with dozens of rescue organizations and shelters throughout Southern Ontario. We were interviewed, screened, and we even met some dogs that ultimately weren’t the right fit for our family. We began to get frustrated with the constant searching, and decided to try another approach; in early June we placed a Wanted Ad on Kijiji, hoping to find a family that needed to re-home a beloved pet for circumstances beyond their control. A few days later, we got an email from a local rescue organization who had seen our ad and had three Golden Retriever/poodle puppies surrendered by an overwhelmed breeder. The puppies were three and half months old; “would you like to come and meet them?” she asked.
Three days later we were driving home from Cayuga with our newest family member, Blue.
Her name is such simply because we love many things blue; the BlueJays, the Leafs (well, at least some of us do), the lake. And to think of all of the joy that she’s brought into our home in the last month…… well, I guess I’d forgotten the power of a dog.
Meet Blue Jay Worobec: