Somehow I know, we’ll meet again
Not sure quite where and I don’t know just when
You’re in my heart so until then
I’m not much for chronicling the year just because a new one is on the horizon. Especially since I did something very similar to that for my guide dog’s anniversary. A lot happened in this last year and there is a lot I am expecting for next year, including training with my third guide dog. However, while I am a very big fan of goals, I don’t really subscribe to the idea of New Year’s resolutions. Though it could be argued that the last two years I have made a resolution, but I do think that the ideas of self-evaluation and goal-setting shouldn’t merely happen because of a date on the calendar.
All that said, one can’t deny the harmony in timing that the end of year brings with my current situation in retiring Yara. It’s sad and it’s hard and there is a not small part of me that could pass for a temper-tantrum-throwing child that does not want to deal with any of it. However, after struggling so hard to find a permanent home for Yara to live out her post-guide dog career, I am so very pleased with the outcome.
So, where’s my lovely girl moving to? I’ll give you a hint:
The above photos were taken by photographer Jean Hawthorne. And they remain some of my most favorite pictures of Yara. Anyway, for years now she’s expressed her desire to take Yara in as a pet of her very own, but given how often I hear that from various friends and acquaintances alike I can’t say I ever took her seriously. Long story short, she’s been entirely serious and will be welcoming Yara into her household within a few short days. By all accounts it seems like this will be an ideal situation for Yara. But we’re both accepting the possibility it won’t work out and I do have a fallback if that situation does arise. Though, if positive thinking is enough to solidify the outcome, Jean and her family certainly have that covered!
I’m filled with about a thousand different emotions at the moment, but the main one presently is relief. It’s been a nearly all-consuming burden of stress and made a very difficult situation exponentially more so.
Of course, there’s still a lot to be done and a terribly short time to get it all accomplished in. I need to finish getting everything ready for the Hawthornes, which means finishing up writing the necessary letter of information and determining what dog stuff goes with Yara aside from a bag of food and her enzyme supplements.
And honestly, I have to actually come to terms with the fact that this is all really happening. I feel like I’ve been shielding myself from the finality of it all for so long because of the obvious ambiguity that was attached to Yara’s retirement date and new home situation that I can’t quite comprehend the reality of it. Don’t get me wrong, I feel like my heart is physically in a vice and I’m rather sure the irritating tension headache I have had for the last week is very much related to this stress. But it all seems so unreal, like I’m trying to figure out the meaning of a dream I’m in and the more I focus on it the less sense it all seems to make.
One thing is for sure, I’m quite a busy me!
- Excerpt of “Saying Goodbye” lyrics from The Muppets Take Manhattan. ↩