9.22.2014

September 21, 2014

White Dog met me at the door and whispered, "There's been a bit of a change while you and dad were in Santa Fe. Don't get mad. I said it was all right. One of the planets has come to live with us."

I sat down on the bench with WD as I heard the rest of the White Dogs inside greeting Steve and sharing the news with him. "You made the right decision," I told her. "It was the same one dad and I made."

Candace, now that she has a job and is daily growing in confidence as she builds a life, has been following a couple of organizations with whom she plans to volunteer. She has already met the folks at the Nuclear Energy and History Museum and is helping with their fundraising efforts. Next she would like to give some time to the City Shelter for she loves animals and holds a special place in her heart for the "uglies" and seniors that never seem to be shown or adopted.

Her resolve was stirred this past week when she went to the Eastside Shelter to get licenses for Skye and Daisy. She saw while there a featured pup and out of curiosity has been tracking her on the City's adoption page.

While checking on Saturday night, she scrolled past a photo of a tiny very frightened looking little girl with a bit of a weight problem, big ears, and cloudy eyes. JW, as she was named, lost her senior owner and the family turned her in because she was unwanted. JW is 12, blind in one eye, has a scarred functioning eye, and is about 3lbs over the 6lbs she should weigh. "I might go by the shelter just to see her and spend a little time with her; I bet she gets no attention," was Saturday's conversation.

I know those words. I no longer even try to fool myself by saying them. Before we left on Sunday morning, Steve and I said to her. "Six more pounds will not even be noticed. Follow your heart."

We got a call while we were out. Candace. She was at the shelter. JW had been there a month with no interest. When she asked about the tiny girl they tried to talk her out even considering adoption. "She is really old," they told her. "And partially blind. If you insist on adopting her, you will have to sign a medical waiver which you don't need to do if you get a younger dog. Do you want to see some of those?"

You all know the end of this story...
Meet Skye and Daisy's new sister, Jupiter, exhausted from the excitement of the day. Sleeping like only a shelter dog does on its first night of freedom. 

10 comments:

rottrover said...

Candace, you're our hero!!

-Ruby and Otto, adoptees

NanĂ¼k said...

Does she like carrots? How bout wrestling with little brofurs?? Her official song needs to be the Jupiter symphony...we think that's a pretty cool piece. We can play it while we roughhouse then eat carrots BOL!

nuknuk

meowmeowmans said...

Blessings upon you, Candace. And Sue, Steve and the WDA, thank you for encouraging Candace to trust her heart. We love you all!

nancyturtle said...

Candace needs to meet my friend Shannon.

FiveSibesMom said...

What a wonderful happy ending story! And Jupiter is a beautiful and lucky girl! PS - love your new header collage!

Asta said...

Dawling Candace..yoo have a heawt as big as the planets..sank you fow giving this giwl love and fweedom and dignity
Smoochie kisses
Asta

Amber DaWeenie said...

A new life of freedom and such a happy beginning. Thank you, Candace.

Random Felines said...

welcome Jupiter!! Good job Candace - pawing it forward. :)

Angel Ginger Jasper said...

Candace bless you for taking that little sweetheart and giving her a chance at love. I bet her late humans will be so smiling down on you. She is a little sweetheart for sure. Welcome Jupiter

Brian said...

That is one amazing and wonderful saves, bravo!