What it must do to the psyche to be abandoned, not once but two times. To be falsely accused of horrible indiscretions. To have your name besmirched. To be sent to a place where you know no one and only have your good looks on which to rely. Only you are no longer a spring chicken. You have gone gray and today your eyes and your hair aren’t as shiny as they once were. I first read about you online. There was no picture. They thought that maybe, at your age, a picture would do more harm than good. We came to see you anyway.
There you were, skinny as a rail, facing away from the window. You had been here for more than two weeks and it seemed you had given up hope. We went back up to the counter and said Gabby, we want to visit with Gabby. When they brought you to us with your head hanging low I felt a spark. You looked up at me and even though your big brown eyes were dripping with goo, or maybe because of it, I felt a tug at my heart. ” could we get her a tissue for her eyes?” i asked. You let me wipe them without even the hint of a flinch. “What happened to you?” I found myself asking silently.
How can people do this?
The goose, the bug, and I set about our negotiations with stubby hubs hunk. It came down to this, if our dogs got on well with Gabby, we would take her home. I know stubs was feeling railroaded, but I pushed because I felt in my heart it was the right thing to do. Gabby needed a loving forever home (at her age that wouldn’t be too long)and we had that to give her.
She wasn’t the most handsome representation of her breed, but she had had a bad couple of weeks. If you count that this was her second time in the slammer, she’d had a bad couple of years. We all have bad days. We took her home. We gave her a bath and a big old meal. We got her her own beautiful blinged out name tag. She looked better already.
We walked her. We cuddled her. We gave her all of the treats she wanted.
It’s been three weeks since we’ve welcomed her into our home. She’s like a different dog. Sure, she’s still and old lady, but she’s putting on weight and her eyes shine like black marbles. She carries herself differently. It may be my imagination, but I think the hair on her nub of a tail might even be growing back. Since she is deaf, she tends to stick to us like glue. She is my constant companion.
Yesterday, I heard her barking while she was outside. This was a first. A neighbor two houses down was getting into his car. I couldn’t help myself, I started smiling like an idiot. She was saying, “hey you…yeah you. Guess what? This is MY house.”
I’ve had puppies, I know that there are few things as wonderful as bringing one into your home. I have also learned that it can be equally, maybe more rewarding to bring home a second chance dog. Puppies will love whomever they see, but it takes time a patience to get a second chance dog to trust you. For me, that has been the most wonderful reward of all.
Before you go to get a puppy, please consider the Humane League or ASPCA in your erea. If you have an affinity for a specific breed, as we do, most breeds have their own rescues.
There are plenty of Gabbys out there waiting to call your home theirs.
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