Bringing a dog into our family wasn’t something I ever envisioned for myself as a parent. Having grown up with dogs, I knew the joys they brought. Still, the mess and responsibility felt overwhelming. Cleaning up after a furry friend and finding hair on my favorite outfits didn’t seem appealing in the midst of our already busy lives.
However, my daughter, Rachel, had different ideas. She was relentless in her pursuit to convince us that a dog belonged in our home. From leaving pictures around the house to daily pitches on why we should bring a pup into our lives, she made sure we heard her pleas.
Slowly, we began to entertain the thought. We started by dog-sitting for friends to test the waters. Could my kids manage the responsibility of a pet? Which breed would fit our family dynamics? And, most importantly, could I open my heart to this idea? By the end of 2015, I was ready to consider a puppy.
After all, looking doesn’t mean we had to adopt immediately. But as luck would have it, the first puppy we met—a tiny Yorkie mix named Abbey—seemed destined to be a part of our family. The moment I held her, an instant connection blossomed. She playfully nibbled on my finger, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to walk away. Though not quite ready for adoption, my heart whispered that she was the one.
Building an Unbreakable Bond
When we finally brought Abbey home, it was a journey for her to settle in. Although enthusiastic and playful, she exhibited that signature Yorkie anxiousness. I was determined to create a space where she felt secure and loved. Our nights often involved snuggling in the chair together, her tiny body curled on my chest. Like many dogs do, she chose me as her person.
Over the years, Abbey became woven into the fabric of our family. She loved fiercely and kept a watchful protectiveness over us. True to her breed, Abbey expressed herself vocally, barking at whatever captured her attention—even the squirrels and birds outside. She ensured that nothing went unnoticed.
Abbey was in tune with the daily rhythms of our lives. The sound of car keys jingling or a suitcase being rolled down the hallway signaled her alertness. She picked up on our moods, responding to our tones and words, immersing herself in what it meant to be part of our family.
So, when 2025 arrived—a challenging year for me—Abbey was an unwavering source of comfort. She sensed the shifts within our family and remained faithfully by my side, offering her unconditional love amid the changes.
Dealing With Empty Nest Syndrome
I often refer to 2025 as a year of significant loss. We faced the heart-wrenching goodbye to my mother, lost to cancer in January, while also preparing for our youngest child, Blake, to move to Las Vegas. People spoke about how transformative the last child leaving could be, but nothing prepared me for the profound emptiness that followed.
The departure of each child left its mark, and I wept when Rachel moved out. Yet, when Blake announced his plans, the reality sunk deeper; my role as a parent was evolving. I wrestled daily with thoughts about what this new chapter meant for both of us.
Psychologists term this experience “empty nest syndrome.” Although it isn’t identified as a formal mental health issue, the feelings it evokes—anxiety, sadness, a lingering sense of purpose—are very real.
For those who haven’t gone through it yet, I understand how difficult it is to conceptualize. It’s not about lacking pride in your kids or the joy of spending alone time with your partner. We cherish those moments. However, the sudden stillness of an empty home can be overwhelming.
How My Dog Eased the Pain
Abbey had to adapt as well to our smaller family unit. In those moments of adjustment, she offered her soft presence. She would push against me or gently rest her paws on my leg, communicating her understanding and support with her warm, brown eyes.
We both craved that closeness—a comforting reminder of our bond. Petting her warm fur, as she snuggled against my side, was precisely what I needed to navigate this new phase of life.
As we approach a year since Blake’s departure, I realize I couldn’t have managed without Abbey’s love. She embodies the support I needed during this transitional phase. I didn’t require platitudes or advice on coping; all I needed was the unwavering affection of my small yet mighty companion.
It’s funny how what we once resist can turn into a source of the deepest joy. Welcoming Abbey has been a choice I cherish. Without her, facing the challenges of “the year of loss” would have felt nearly impossible.
