Happy Gotcha Day, Mighty Quinn. It’s hard to believe that you have been with us for only two years. It seems to us that you have been in our home for your entire life. We were sad that we didn’t know anything about you when you arrived, not even your previous name. All of our other white dogs came with a name, but you remain an enigma to this day. What if we could discover your name, your background, your history? All we know for sure is that you were found by the side of a road – such a mystery.
Were you living with a loving family? Did you live with someone who died? We know that you are not the type of dog to escape and run away, so how did you end up wandering around in Los Angeles? You are such a beautiful boy – who could even think to dump you off in the middle of unknown territory? We do know that you were terribly thin, only two pounds more than White Dog when you arrived at our door. You were matted, dirty and very lonely. Despite your condition, you had no fleas, ticks, or heartworm issues.
We have sometimes considered taking you to a dog psychic so that we could call you by your previous name, so that we could know how to salve your wounds, so that we could better understand you. Several people gave us sage advice about this action. They said that you are in a home full of love, have food in your bowl, and are so gentle and sweet. You have adapted to your new life, and probably don’t what to be reminded of whatever happened to you in the past.
Let the past remain in the past, my friend. We love you and know you for being Quinn. You respond well to your name. Lay at our feet knowing that you are safe, loved and will never be abandoned again.
With love and security forever,
White Dog, Momma, Steve, Michael, Nuka Angel, Yo Yo Ma, and Puff the Magical