Welcome to Renaissance Havanese
Located in Southwest Connecticut

I think I have to write this, to ease my heart... As some of you know Mr. Bobbins has been retired and recently we made the difficult decision to place him for adoption.

It would have been so easy to be selfish and keep him but in letting him go, we would be giving him a gift of his very own family to provide him with undivided attention and love.

Just recently, we were contacted by  a wonderful family from Connecticut with two young children and I knew that they would be perfect for Mr. Bobbins and he for them.

Only, I didn't know until days later how bittersweet it would be. He has been gone for few days now and I've had a moment to reflect on our past.

Mr. Bobbins came into my life a few months after I lost my beloved sister. My children were very young at the time and I busied myself caring for them during the day.  It was at night, after my little ones would go to sleep that I would grieve. That dog would come into the room and curl himself around me, lick the tears from my face and "just be" with me. This creature knew more about my grief than anyone and his warm presence brought me comfort.  That is one of his many gifts, I shall always cherish.

Of course, there are all of the fun times. He was so gentle with the children yet had this quirky fear of little puppies as if they would somehow consume him and he would run and jump over them to get away. This delighted the puppies greatly and they would relentlessly pursue him, much to his dismay.

Mr. Bobbins was the leader of the pack, the keeper of the "girls". He was not agressive but somehow he managed to keep the young bloods in line. He had a noble way about him, a quiet strength. He was our greeter, the show off, "the man". He could read your emotions so well, you did not need to use words to covey your thoughts, your body language was enough to let him know when to advance and when to retreat!

He was loved, so much, that we let him go...

When I placed the leash on him, he could barely contain himself, he was excited, tail wagging, trying with all his might to sit still for me. Then, I handed the leash to one of his new little girls. She tugged lightly and for a moment, he physically froze, gazing at me, then his eyes widened as if he had just realized what was happening, then there was a release, an acceptance in his expression...

I have heard from the family and he is said to be adjusting nicely. However, I heard something today that made my heart soar!  It was from the woman who owns the local pet food shop. The family had stopped there on their way home from our house to pick up a few items before heading home with their new dog. "I saw Mr. Bobbins the other day" she said "he pranced in here with his new family, like he was with them forever"...