I felt much better today. I'm not sure if it was because we turned the clocks ahead for daylight savings or because I spent a few hours today playing with a red Miniature Pinscher dog we were considering adopting.
It turned out that Dickson looks a lot like Spike (my terrier-mix who died last year) although Dickson is red rather than black. And, although he is a pure-breed Miniature Pinscher, the breeder who owned him--and used him as a stud--abandoned him, and a pet rescue group is trying to find a home for him.
I found Dickson through petfinder.com, which is a great resource. While I had promised my husband we would be dog-free for awhile, I so miss my dogs that once a month I scan Petfinder to see who's available...even though I don't take it any further.
But today, I just had to see Dickson, and the rescue group's adoption clinic was held at a local pet store a few minutes away. I took him for a long walk around the block, and then just sat outside (it was a lovely warm day), put him on my lap, and pet him.
While I have read that the "act of petting" actually lowers your blood pressure and makes you feel better, I believe it is the "act of loving" that truly does this. And pet therapy for depression truly works.
When I came home and researched the breed, I realized we won't be able to adopt Dickson for a number of reasons that are too lengthy to go into.
And although I felt a little sad tonight, knowing that Dickson isn't quite right for us, I felt so happy today because we had a chance to spend time together. And I realized that this past depression was the first one in 14 years where I didn't have Spike to comfort me.
Clearly, it's time to adopt...it's just a question of when.
P.S. The graphic isn't Dickson; he's almost four and this is a younger dog.