I was a little pup lost.......
Samantha was 18 months old when I adopted her. After looking at at least 10 other dogs, the moment I saw her, I knew she would go home with me. While socializing with her she snuggled up against my kneeling leg and put her head in my hand. There was a group gasp from the shelter staff. She would not let any male near her up to that moment.
I took her home and after two weeks [as she was badly traumatized] I won her trust after I lifted gently and placer her on the couch. She would lay at me feet for those two weeks, The next day she "crawled" over and nibble on my finger. We the had our first of many joyous playtimes!
She went everywhere that it was safe for me to take her. She was at home in the pet friendly bank and ran across the tellers shelve as they giggled and petted her. This I did not expect!
She adapted and it seemed that she had been with me all her life. Never a problem and always on guard and ready to protect her "Dad." She would wake me up like clockwork every day at 5:30 AM when she got used to the fact that that is when I often arose. Off we would go for our first walk of the day! Playtime for about an hour everyday outdoors was a must! I could go on and on, but I will not . Think of all the joy that your beloved pet has brought you. I think I know what you might say!
My was the care giver for my alzheimer's stricken Mom. Samantha was able to refocus my Mom on many of those days when she got lost in her own mind. She gave my Mom a couple extra years of peace. Sam gave me that peace each day when things were tough with my Mom. She seemed to know, no I am certain she knew when I needed her to give me that playful look or nibble on my finger as she did when first we met.
Sadly she developed cancer and like the trouper she was handled the radiation with courage and took it all in stride.I bought books and researched the best organic/holistic nutritional plan for her and made all her food from scratch every day. This clean diet really helped according to the vet and oncologist. She was so healthy I had four and a half more good cancer free years with her, but the dreaded disease came back. She lost her valiant battle in the Spring of 2007. I cried like a baby. I still smile and shed a tear to this day. Always will.
She was the sweetest little mutt [Cocker.Dachshund X] that I have ever met. Perhaps the 18 months on the street, the loss of her one and only litter back then and the harassment of unkind souls [on the streets] gave that sweetness when she found a safe home with me. She was truly a gift!
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