On November 27th, 2018, my grandfather passed suddenly. He didn’t suffer much, although he did feel ill for a few weeks. None of us expected it and, frankly, it was one of the worst experiences of my life thus far. Our family is all very tight-knit, like the proper Italians that we are, and my grandparent’s house is only 7 minutes away from my own.
My poor grandmother has been struggling, obviously, and it’s been seriously heartbreaking to see her like this. I’ve been staying at her house part-time; usually spending the night 2-3 times a week. My own dog, Rufus, who is an 8 ½-year-old Goldendoodle, has also been spending a lot of time with her. He’s very sensitive and emotional and he has brought great comfort to my grandma. He even has sleepovers with her for those nights when she’s home alone.
Monday would have been my grandfather’s 74th birthday but he was just two months short. I woke up at my grandma’s that morning and she was sad, but also excited. In a few hours, she was going to go see a litter of Aussiedoodle puppies out in Temecula, which is about an hour away from her house. My brother went with her because he knows more about dogs than she does, so he made sure that she asked all the right questions.
My brother kept us up-to-date on what was going on in the family group chat and, long story short, my grandma decided to bring home this sweet little guy.
He’s young and very tiny. She’ll have to make sure he’s not alone in the backyard for a while because there are coyotes in the canyon behind her house. But it will all work out. I’m so happy that my grandma has this little guy as a companion to love and take care of. I hope he brings her so much joy and can make her happy. I can already see how excited she is.
I know we’ll never really get over my grandfather’s death, but life goes on either way. Life doesn’t stop for anybody. But this little guy gives me hope that we can still find happiness.