Mixed emotions in the house this morning, it’s been 3 years since we said goodbye to the foster that never left.
Archie had suffered significant abuse over the course of his life, he arrived at the Dogs Trust at the age of 12 for reasons never fully explained.
We were asked if we could provide him a temporary home as the kennels were causing him distress.
We never had the intention of adoption but then COVID happened and over the next 6 months we formed a strong bond and Archie started to regain his trust of people. So we asked if we could adopt him, he was likely destined for euthanasia as his ‘declared’ behaviours would probably prevent him being adopted and his kennel anxiety would push a decision.
Although we only got a year with him as arthritis came knocking, it was a year where he got nothing but love, affection and the best raw food we could find.
On a deeper level Archie gave me a purpose, structure and focus which helped me through an incredibly difficult time that I didn’t recognise at first. Leaving behind a career, a huge part of my life and identity almost immediately into a pandemic was psychologically the hardest thing I’ve ever experienced.
Archie inadvertently guided me through that, it’s probably why his absence still hits hard today.
He was the bestest of doggos as my niece used to say.