"You know all of the reasons," I told her. "Too many. I won't even share this with dad. You know what my heart feels but it would be unfair." She rested her head against me. And we went on with the morning.
Later, Steve joined me to work in the office. White Dog tapped his leg. He turned around. "Momma has something she wants you to read," she told him. "Something you wrote?" he asked looking at me expectantly. "No and White Dog is wrong, you don't need to read it." "What?' he pressed, his curiosity now piqued. WD scratched crazily at my leg. I sighed and opened my email folder.
"This. I am not asking anything. I know all of the arguments and agree. I wasn't even going to bring this up." "Show me."
It was a letter from Angie, the woman who helped bring Gentle Storm to us. This little girl was a mill breeder who was loaded with health issues and a tremendous timidness. Our Stormer came a long way forward and then left us suddenly. Angie wrote:
It’s been awhile since sweet Storm went on to her next adventure over the bridge. I still think of her often and how lucky she was to know your loving care...
We took in 2 female Eskimo’s who were both pregnant and were put up for sale at an auction house. Both 7yrs old. No one wanted them and so the auction house called us. Of course we took them and a few other sad pups who were discarded. Tragedy struck all of us when the puppies were born. Between the two dogs there were 11 puppies and all of them were still born or died shortly after being born...
But this is not the worst of the situation. It was most heartbreaking for the mothers, Opal and Pearl. They tried so very hard to save their puppies and they were excellent mothers. They were devastated to lose them and they paced and cried. As did we. The birthing environment was too much for them and we moved them back to the kennel where, sadly they found peace among the noise. In light of what they have been through and how difficult it is for us to place Eskimos, we have been advocating for these dogs quite diligently. Opal was present at our recent benefit gala and Theresa told her story and mentioned that she needs a home. Not a single taker, unfortunately.
I don't know if you would be interested or in a position to adopt one or both dogs but in my heart I know they would be loved by you. So I had to ask...Much love my friends.
When I called her, Angie was at the airport in Seattle picking up one of their rescues who was being returned because the family didn't have as much time as they thought for her. Tomorrow when she is back in Colorado, she will call and we will finalize bringing Opal and Pearl to join the White Dog Army. Yes, Steve argued it is two additional dogs. Yes, it will be an adjustment. But we always manage and these girls have been through so much. I tried to be the voice of reason and practicality but it isn't always about that I was reminded.
Yet another one of the twelve billion nineteen reasons that I give thanks for the man who shares my Universe...
...and for the Little White Dog of My Heart who is mighty proud of herself for orchestrating this.