Today is sweet Caysun Louise’s last day with us. I’m taking the beautiful girl back to Charlottesville, VA, tomorrow. It’ll all be over by about 3p on Monday. She’ll be there, and I’ll be back here.
THIS is the hard part of raising a service puppy. The part that makes you cry. Ugly crying, not poignant, lovely tears that fall quietly. These tears come from a place way down deep. I keep them tucked away, but as turn-in day comes closer, they fight back. They won’t stay buried. Every now and then – like right now as I type – one will make a break for it and succeed in sliding down my face.
And tomorrow? Forget it. The floodgates will open. There’s nothing I can do about it. It won’t matter how hard I try, they’ll find their release. Tomorrow, the next day, the day after that, the day after that…
I put “ups and downs” in the title, so where’s the good part? That all happens at the beginning and the middle and the very end, when Caysun is paired up with her person. There’s a lot of good stuff. And when it’s good, it’s very good. But when it’s bad, man, it’s really bad.
This morning, Caysun jumped up on the bed with me and had some rough and tumble time. A wild woman, she was. Jumping, grunting, nibbling, flipping over, silly at it’s finest. I couldn’t help but feel a little melancholy in the middle of it all, knowing that was our last silly morning together. Tomorrow, I’ll be up before the sun comes up and she and I will be on the road at 6a, heading for the next big adventure for sweet Baby Caysun.
By far, tomorrow’s the worst day of every puppy raiser’s life — turn in. There’s nothing good about it. Absolutely nothing. Not one redeeming factor. It’s bad — all bad. And I’ll have a three-hour drive home without her to cry and moan and woe-is-me it up to the hilt. I hate puppy raising; hate it, hate it, hate it.
When does my next puppy arrive? Soon, I hope.