8.18.2016

August 18, 2016

White Dog thought it made perfect sense. So did Steve. So did every single member of the White Dog Army. I felt Puff's paw on my shoulder.

Earlier I had a meltdown over the looming end of Steve's full time employment and being cast into the unknown. It is scary at this point in life to consider such a challenge. "Why?" I had asked the Universe. "More importantly how will we survive?"

I had no clue what the answer meant at the time. "Believe in yourselves," I heard. "and Share." Share, I wondered, how will that EVEN be possible when our lives are so uncertain.

We have a friend who is emerging from her own cataclysm of giving up her life to hospice and care give three family members, one right after another...and in the course of three short years lose them all. In the process her life was left in shambles. Just now she is rising from the mud and striking out to recreate herself. In doing that she has been forced to make the toughest decision...to rehome her larger dogs.

The dogs have been loved and pampered their entire lives and the decision has ripped her heart out but finding an apartment in her budget that is flexible on number and size of dogs is nearly impossible. A friend near where she is leaving has adopted Minnie a young adult Rottie who loves everyone.

Trixie, the girl of uncertain background, is old, 12, and has a fatty lump on her side. She was rejected by the Senior Sanctuary Rescue because they are too full and animal welfare in the city held little hope for her adoptability. She may have diabetes (Trixie went to the vet for a complete check today). But there seemed to be no option for her.

Share, I was told.

Why don't we take her in, the White Dog Army and Steve suggested. I looked at them eyes-wide. "Duh, why? think about it!"

Share.

"We know old girls and how to make them happy. And if she has an illness then we do what you do with all of the WDA members who came to us with special needs. We make it better for as long as we can."  "Really?" I asked again.

The thunder punctuated a message I was clearly not getting. SHARE!

Welcome Trixie Marie, the Nearly White Dog, who will be joining the White Dog Army on Monday.

11 comments:

bichonpawz said...

Sue, you truly are amazing! You both are! So grateful for all you do to help everyone! Thank you from the bottom of my heart and welcome to your new pup!

ThePainterPack said...

I know the pain all too well...losing a job. Being forced to rehome beloved pets because it is in their best interest. Ripped my heart out. For you and Steve, I will pray for a new source of income...something that will work as well or better than before. And for the WDA, welcome precious pup. Having a 12 year old girl myself, I know that you are getting the best of love that the world can give! Nothing better! I love you guys and will continue to pray...and trust.

Sherri (Painter Pack Mom)

Brian's Home Blog said...

Welcome Trixie, you sure found the most loving place in the world. We know something good will come from the change of the lost job. The biggest hearts in the universe will not go unnoticed.

TimberLove said...

Welcome puppy dog!!!!

Nuk & Family

Random Felines said...

good karma will come around....thank you for taking this girl and helping her mom when they need it the most

Jans Funny Farm said...

Welcome, Trixie.

What a generous, loving spirit you have!

Little Reufus said...

WDA Rules! Your attitude is inspiring, especially in these worrysome times. I love that you just decide to follow your heart. Wecome Trixie Marie!!! <3

Tweedles -- that's me said...

Welcome Trixie!
love
tweedles

TwoSpecialWires said...

What an incredible example of love, hope, faith and generosity you are. Welcome, Trixie.

NanaNor's said...

What a touching story of unconditional love on your part. Bravo to Trixie's previous owner for her gifts to her family members as they fought the tough battle. I hope that Trixie's diabetes gets under control and that she has many more years with you all.
A touching story!
Noreen and Hunter

Barbara said...

Trixie's mom here...well, former mom...
Sue did much more than take my beloved Trixie and give me the relief of knowing she was in the very best hands there are out there. I was sure Trixie would not adjust - she's always been a very high strung, nervous dog. I once left her with a friend while with my parents, and she refused to stop pacing - not sitting, eating or drinking. I had them drive her back to my place, where she was let in the yard, went in the dog door and met them at the sliding door saying "thanks, I'd rather be alone than with you." I spent the two and a half day trip telling her this was the best for her, that she was so loved and a good dog and she wasn't being rehomed because she did anything wrong (and I am writing this in tears still). I am welcome to visit her, yet I have yet to be able to. One day, when I can hide my tears, I will.

Sue did more than this, however. She's completely responsible for finding my new home. She made me sound like the perfect person to the realtor. She had the realtor in TEARS and had her on my side. SHE found me the perfect town, the perfect place and it's the exact place I need to heal. She has provided me with her own furniture, with friends and with things to do and is giving me the tools to reclaim my life. In my lifetime, there will be no way to thank her but to follow her example to share.

Some of you may have read my blog, which got set aside as the care giving got insane; I know Tweedles did. I lost my boyfriend of 35 years to a sudden death heart attack in May, my mother to age and dementia the following December, and my brother to Alz and a sudden death heart attack right in front of me in June. It's taken me a year of grieving, almost losing my home, my car and not being able to find a job to be shown a hand held out that said "come here, we'll help you in this journey". I can never repay that.

But I will try. And knowing that Trixie is safe and loved and now in good health makes going forward that much easier. Steve and Sue are amazing people, and I love them.