It had been some months since Rhu's untimely passing. The tears still found easy access to my eyes...
One day I spoke aloud to him as I did many times after he first passed away. I used to tell him how much I still loved and missed him and also that I hoped he was happy. On this particular day, for whatever reason, I simply stated, Look Rhu, If you wish for me to ever have another dog, you’re going to have to send me one because I am NOT looking! After making that declaration, I was comfortable dropping the whole idea and went on with life as usual.
Two or so months passed and I’d completely forgotten about my declaration. In fact, before I knew it, spring had come and gone, and we were on the cusp of summer’s beginning. One afternoon as I sat at my desk working, an unkempt man wearing tattered clothing walked through the front door of our business. The smell of alcohol permeated his skin and the air. Along side of him was a tiny black ball of fur whose appearance was best described as sad. His black & gold coat was messy, his ears hung out sideways and he was very overweight for his size. He seemed almost expression-less or at least you couldn’t tell what he was feeling because of the fur covering his eyes.
Without hesitation the man asked if we wanted a “purebred” Yorkie…He stated that he was moving to a place in which pets were not allowed no matter what kind, or size.
I did not hesitate in my response. No I cannot take him…
I did snap a photo of him and sent it to my groomer who had Yorkies of her own thinking she might know of someone who would want him.
My heart’s protective defenses kicked in and I thought to myself, “he doesn’t even look like a Yorkie… at least not the one’s I’d seen growing up. Yorkie’s ears stand upright and I can’t even see this dog’s. Oh yes, my heart went on a judgmental rant for sure. Just the thought of loving another dog sent my head reeling!
Then he proceeded to tell us proudly, that he was a two thousand dollar dog at the pet store…A pet store that I was all too familiar with and has since been thankfully shut down. Their puppies were all from puppy mills and it only took one visit to their store to see this. I know it’s not the dogs’ fault but after losing Rhubarb I was not up to the challenge of what might be ahead.
I sent him on his way and sent my groomer the photo. She said she’d watch for anyone interested.
Two or three days passed and I didn’t think much about him until our neighbor, who is elderly and needs a walker to get around, came down the road. Normally her cat follows her on every walk. She was heading down the sidewalk but this morning, I didn’t see the cat. Looking closer, I saw the dangling leash, then the black ball of all-too-familiar fur. In the next instant, the clash between dog leash and people walker caused all of them including the walker, to tumble to the ground!
The dogs’ collar came up over his head leaving the dog loose in the street. A street that was only a stone’s throw away from the major highway where average speeds are at least 50 mph.
Running out the door to help her and the dog, she cried out to me that she couldn’t handle having a dog! Her cat hates him and the cat has been with her for ten years!
She then begged me to take the dog long enough until she could find him a home.
I scooped him up and immediately took him over to my groomer. She bathed and clipped him and the first thing we all noticed is that his ears stood straight up! The weight of fur had been removed and he was clean again. She kept him overnight and I remained on the neutral sidelines…the door to my heart still closed tightly.
Apparently this man, who we’ll call Harry, went door to door through this entire residential neighborhood telling each, his story but no one wanted the dog.
I turned him away hands down and yet, here he was again…hmm,, I thought back on that statement I made aloud to Rhu and wondered… It seemed much too profound to be pure coincidence and I don’t really believe in coincidences any way. I was not looking for a tiny dog and yet, I could pick him up with one hand, heck he could even walk!
The door to my heart opened just a crack but apparently it was enough to let this little guy stick his nose through and that was the beginning.
I went to a lot of trouble to make sure this dog wasn’t lost or perhaps a pet that had been stolen. He was micro-shipped but the contact phone numbers and addresses were no longer valid.
Needless to say, it has now been another 6 months since that day and “Quincy”, the name we quickly changed from “Marley”, is very attached to us and us to him in a way we never thought possible. He is no longer a ten-pound dog whose diet is made up of nothing but processed lunchmeat, (no offense Carl Buddig). It is a completely different love from what we shared with Rhubarb as that will NEVER be repeated nor replaced but, this little 7 lb wonder has grabbed our hearts in a big way! His greatest need is my lap. Truly, that’s it…He’s on it as I write this.
So at this time of gift giving, I must once again say thank you to Rhu for sending me this little guy who has helped us to finally move forward.
I know it was you, Rhu! I KNOW!!!