My late cousin always told me that having a dog to call your own was a right of passage. He thought every person who didn’t have one was missing out on the bonding experience of a lifetime. Just the thought of having a dog for our family was such a pipe dream that I couldn’t compare the feeling to anything. However, the words of my cousin were usually those of the gospel. He was in fact one of my favorite human beings that ever existed until his unexpected passing.
In some ways, I found myself honoring my cousin’s ideas. Granted he was more of a rated R type of individual so I was excited to have an actual G rated idea that could work for my family. Having a family pet was as pure of an idea that Jason ever articulated. I couldn’t believe that it was becoming true in the Rubin home.
There wasn’t very much planning when it came to Oscar’s arrival. We had less than 10 days before he would join us. That was 10 days of prepping Sawyer that a living animal would be with us and what that would mean.
This was quite the crazy time for us. We decided to put our house on the market so that was another layer of transition. As a family, we wanted a home with more charm and space to fit our family and that decision was made prior to Oscar even being on the radar. Sometimes you just have to roll with the punches. Easy to say but autism and rolling with punches don’t go hand in hand.
Sawyer had a ton of questions about all of the above but Oscar was the most pressing topic rather than moving.
“What color is Oscar?”
“Does Oscar talk?”
“Where is Oscar?”?
“Does Oscar have shoes?”
“What color is his eyes?”
This was Sawyer’s script the 10 days prior to his arrival. I would love to say two years later that these questions are a thing of a past but it comes up all the time. I think that Sawyer gets comfort from the perseverating. Maybe this was and is autism? Maybe it is being anxious? Maybe it is both? I do know that is very much a constant that requires a ton of patience.
We did make it past those 10 days of waiting. We had a giddy household waiting by the window for Oscar to arrive. Sawyer and I were glued to every car just waiting for one to turn in our driveway.
It was like a movie to see that pug’s head sticking out the window that July afternoon. Sawyer jumped for joy when I said he was here. Finally, Oscar made it to the neighborhood and I know Cousin Jason would have been proud.