It's been almost nine months since we lost Ozzie.
I still miss him terribly. (I have a horrible feeling that I
always will.) And in the past several weeks, I think I have felt that emptiness
just as much as I did during that first month or so where I was still expecting to
see him in the morning and laying a certain way so as not to kick him!
A couple of times recently, the mother has asked me if I
wanted to get another dog and I've said no. And then the other night, at the
conclusion of an episode of "Property Brothers," the twins brought
their client family a dog … a little Yorkie. It was more than my heart could
stand. And I lost it.
The poor mother. I know she felt bad herself and then more so
for me. "Isn't there a Yorkie rescue?" she asked. "There are
lots of babies out there that need a home."
So I did something I hadn't in a while: I did a local
shelter search (less than 50 miles) and about five Yorkie/Yorkie mixes came up!
I hate to discriminate, but I immediately discounted the senior dogs. I don't
think I could stand to get attached only to go through last year all over again
in the not so distant future.
There were two real contenders though! I read a description
of one (whom I might even see tomorrow at a local adoption event). His picture caught
my eye first. It was the description
though of the second Yorkie who melted my heart:
Wego is a little dog
with big personality! He loves to be with his foster Mommy, even sleeps in bed
with her. He gets along nicely with the dogs of all sizes in his foster home.
Wego loves the kids and will play with them for hours.
This little guy will
cuddle up on the couch to watch TV, his favorite shows are always on Animal
Planet. But he is ready to go outside and run or do yardwork. Wego is very well
mannered and knows how to sit and lay down. His favorite snack on a hot day is doggy
ice cream!
Do you have room for
Wego on your couch?
Why, yes. I think I do.
When I read the description to the mother she immediately
said, "You're going to contact them, aren't you?" I fired off an
email late last night. I want to meet Wego! (I even love the name, stolen from a Budweiser commercial!)
It may not work out; he may already be adopted or in the
process of or maybe we wouldn't click. But I'll never know that if I don't try.
So, we'll see what happens. It's an important first step.
I'll take it as a good sign that it was exactly three years
ago that I rescued a tiny kitten, if you believe in the power of karma.
Now maybe a little dog can rescue me.
1 comment:
I'd like to say it will go away but my hound has been dead a year and a half and I still about bawl when I find blue hound hair in some corner.
Good luck on your new pooch though!
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