The morning after I lost Phoebe I got an email from her breeder’s in Cheshire.
I had been in contact with Olivia in case there was anything more I could have done to help Phoebe over her last days, though she, like me knew that Phoebe had reached a good age for a Great Dane.
But the email was not about Phoebe. It was to let me know that a litter of pups had been just been born to one of Phoebe’s grand nieces.
Now all sense and reason dictates that to have a Great Dane puppy to bring up in an RV whilst travelling full time and not in the best of health is not the most sensible of ideas. But there was no hesitation in my mind. In a heartbeat I knew that if there was a black girl puppy available I would have it. There was. I could. And I knew immediately that I would be calling her Phoebe
This is a photo of the new puppy’s Mum, who I have since met and has all of my dear Phoebe’s loving and kind nature, and she looks very much like my lovely girl. ( this photo was taken when Mu – Ebony – was just 16 weeks old, so it gives you some idea of how quickly they grow. Being born at between one and two pounds and reaching around one hundred pounds in just over six months!
The pup’s Grandfather has similar looks and personality, and below is her brother from last year. At one year old he probably still has some filling out and strengthening up to do, and is very much a young dog in his ways, although he is certainly a big strong boy even now!
I know Little Miss Phoebe will be a little person in her own right, but I would love to think that there will be some of my own dear Phoebe in her, and that my lovely girl heard what I whispered to her that last night, and at least a bit of her has got transferred to this little new one.
My writings on the ‘blog’ are slightly out of order, as while I was losing my lovely girl, and after my sad loss I didn’t feel like writing things down straight away, and it has taken me a time to come to terms with my sadness. But when the puppy was four weeks old I went to see her, and Olivia and Phil kindly allowed me to visit and play with my new girl and get to know her a little. I still feel the loss of Phoebe more than I can say, but having the thought that this little one will be part of my life has helped ease the pain.
If she had not been born that exact night I have no doubt that by now I would have convinced myself that I did not need a dog as a travelling companion, and that sense and reason should prevail. But in fact my heart and serendipity have intervened, and I shall be returning to collect Little Miss Phoebe the second week of August.