On Christmas Day, we lost our first child. It was nine o’clock when we realized she wasn’t following us around. Silky and sweet, she carries our hearts in a bundle of snuggly fluff.. We wept like babies, confused and shocked by our unplanned loss. Outside, it was cold and rainy. It wasn’t like her to run away. We searched under beds and in closets, just in case. Printed flyers were hung on every telephone post, in our neighborhood, and shoved into mailboxes. The perfect pooch might possibly have been snatched up, we thought. If we were lucky, a neighbor might have her. After a sleepless night worrying, we awoke to find a missed phone call in our call log. A neighborly, elderly woman had found Gracie in the street, cold and wet. She took her inside and gave her a home for the night; toweled her dry then fed and loved on Gracie, hoping to find her owners in the morning. Our flyers brought her safely back to us. A happy ending to a tale of loss. We were extremely lucky.
The very same day, we drove to the pet store. Pets up for adoption surrounded us on our walk inside. I’m not one to fall in love easily with a dog. I have a history of preferring cats. Don’t know why that is, but it is what it is. How easy it is to fall in love with a sweet doggy face smiling back at you from inside a cage; smiles with emptiness in need of love. I walked passed these faces unemotional and into the store. A row of cages sat right inside the entrance. My eyes scanned their eyes one by one until mine reached the final crate. Beautiful red tones with hints of gold. Her head was red with dapples of other reddish hues. She had my soul before saying hello. I read her story and was moved. Twice found in a shelter. Twice on the list to be euthanized. A woman, who dedicates her weekends and home to foster homeless animals, saved her from her fate. Or, perhaps that was not her fate. Greta is only two and a half years old; and the mother of two, who were taken from her. There are scars and signs of abuse. That same woman, who rescued her, operated on her bad hip; Granting her with a better chance to be adopted. She was sweet and beautiful and wonderful. I fell in love and, therefore, gave her a loving home. It has been three days since we were blessed with her presence in our home. She is quirky and urinates when excited or scared; but her trust has grown trusting and her love is now loving. She is fast as lightning and an incredible escape artist, despite having a bad hip. We will love her till the day she passes. She is welcome in our home. A happy face was lost and found twice, and then found again. A tale of hope for a tail that wags genuinely.
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