Pets are powerful healers to those who have been blessed with the gift of a bond with one. I devoted my memoir, an emotionally torturous account of my early life experiences, to tribute my dogs. To this day I credit them with the most heartfelt gratitude for facilitating my ongoing recovery from complex PTSD. A few weeks ago I was nearly devastated when I was forced to say goodbye to, Airin, my last “Barking Buoy.” The circumstances surrounding her death have convinced me a divine intervention happened.
After Airin turned 13 in April 2023, I knew her abbreviated life was approaching its end. She was the only canine companion I had left of the nine about whom I had written in my book. To protect myself from the agony of the anticipated final separation and ending of an era, I began searching for a puggle puppy. Still working on credentialing with insurance companies, I had not yet opened my practice so was living frugally while unemployed. Going price for puggle puppies were between $1,500 and $2,000. The driving distance was even more formidable. I couldn’t find any puppies anywhere in the midwest. They were all on or near the US coasts. I continued searching faithfully daily and posting messages in puggle groups periodically. Finally one Saturday evening when I logged into one of the Facebook groups I had joined, I found a message from a woman in Illinois notifying me that she had one female puggle puppy left from her first liter for whom she was trying to find a home for only $300. We scheduled to Facetime the next morning and, after seeing the tiny brown bundles, I immediately reserved her and arranged to pick her up when she turned eight weeks old 10 days later.
Three days later Airin woke up delirious with continual vomiting. Her veterinarian agreed to squeeze her in to examine her at one that afternoon. Her blood tests showed she had diabetes so severe her blood sugar didn’t even register and she had advanced kidney failure. The vet’s prognosis was grim even if she was hospitalized. I made the dreaded decision to put her down. Eight days later I left for Illinois where I picked up Winnie. The timing was so uncanny. I feel blessed to have this baby “Barking Buoy” and want to introduce her to all of you.