I had always wanted a dog. My family moved constantly
and, now that i had a place to call my own, I decided to get one.
A lady who lived a few blocks down from me had just bred her pitbull,
and the pups were beautiful. It was pretty much decided, when my
friend asked if i wanted to go to the shelter with her, where she
hoped to rescue a cat.
As I walked past the kennels, i heard the cries
of the condemned dogs in quarantine, and saw the sad faces of so
many dogs, abandoned. I saw the tears in their eyes, and could feel
their feelings of betrayal in their faces. I was near tears as I
passed a lhassa apso, probably deemed too noisy, a weimereiner,
probably abandoned for it's excited behavior. I was near tears when
i came upon a kennel in which lay a purebred cardigan welsh corgi
and her pups. All but one of the eight pups looked healthy. Plump,
with wagging tails, their mayor's chains protruding from their chests,
and their ears erect. The mother had a euthanasia stamp on her card,
as well as the runty, short haired pup.
I called the Kennel person, and asked to see the
puppy who was to be put down the next day. He said, "you don't want
that one, miss. She's the runt of the litter, and she has kennel
cough." I demanded that I see the dog, and although he tried to
persuade me otherwise i took the little 5 pound pup into my arms.
She was brown with a black fairy saddle. Instead of the white markings
her mother wore, she carried paler brown ones. I took her to the
crude 'meet the pet' area, and put her down so she could sniff about.
She wandered to the end of the enclosure, and looked around, bewildered.
Turning, she ran back to me and lay between my feet, crying. I took
her up onto my lap and she fell asleep almost instantly, her chestnut
eyes flickering. It was love at first sight. She had to be mine.
I filled out the adoption papers at once, and they told me to come
back in two days to pick her up. It was grueling, waiting to see
her again. When I got to the shelter, I learned that she had been
spayed only an hour prior to my arrival. She was utterly sedated,
and laying on a heap of urine soaked newspaper with her brothers
and sisters. I had to get her out of there. She slept, cradled in
my arms sleeping all the way home, and slept next to me all night.
She is the perfect dog. She loves all other dogs,
she was trained perfectly by three months, and she has never once
done anything that upset me at all. When she chews up my shoes,
I don't mind. Because I see the gratefulness in her eyes, because
i kept her from going to rainbow bridge too early, and having no
one coming later to greet her there.
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