Nearly
two months ago a 4-year-old Shih Tzu found a new home: MINE! His name was
Stormy and he spent the first three years in a Midwestern puppy mill. He was used for
breeding and though he had some interaction with people, his life wasn’t filled
with much compassion, love, or care. Then, in September 2016, he was brought to
an animal rescue sanctuary in southern Nebraska. At Hearts
United for Animals,
Stormy learned people could be kind and they could be trusted. And though he
had veterinary care (sadly, losing 28 of his 42 teeth) and caring interaction
with people, he still had no experience living in a home and consistent,
compassionate care. That all changed on September 10 when my husband and I
drove back to Casper from Nebraska with the little guy in the back seat of our car next to our 2013 rescued springer/cocker named Mary.
He and Mary had opportunity to meet at HUA’s play yard. They spent more time together at the hotel where we overnight and during the long drive back to Wyoming. They are now attached, especially him to her. Renamed Jeremiah, our little adoptee follows Mary everywhere and cuddles with her on the couch, on the floor, on the bed – she is his big sister and best friend. He’s already learned a great deal from her, including walks on the leash can bring grand sniffing adventures; running through the back yard is great fun; and going outside to potty gets you treats. He’s also learned how fun toys can be. He still needs to learn to share with his canine housemate, though!
Jeremiah is a sweet companion. When
I’m home working in my office, both he and Mary come and lay either on the
futon beside my desk or on the floor near my feet (although Jeremiah much
prefers to lay on a soft-blanketed doggie bed than the hardwood floor!) When I
return home from my day job, gone about eight or nine hours, Jeremiah is
usually waiting at the door, and the joy he portrays, dancing on his hind legs
a move for which Shih Tzus are famous, raising his little feet up toward me to
be held, hugged, and cuddled melts my heart. My blind dog Sage used to come
through the house after hearing the lock turn in the doorway, welcoming me home
with springer songs of AHOO, AHOO!! I
love the devoted, loving way dogs (and cats) oftentimes greet us when we come
through the door!
As I watch Jeremiah settling in and
coming out of his shell, revealing his precious, somewhat precocious personality,
I am thankful my husband and I adopted him. There are challenges to pet
adoption, particularly when bringing home a puppy mill/kitten mill animal;
however, watching them blossom under loving tutelage is very rewarding and
observing them overcome their fears and mistrust is joyous! That joy is
contagious. The first time I watched Jeremiah flat-out boogie across the back
yard and witness him grabbing the stuffed toy, shaking it, then running through
the house with it in his small, somewhat toothless mouth made me both laugh and
cry. Knowing he might never have enjoyed such freedom, pleasure and joy was
like an arrow to my heart. Rescue is a beautiful word. I’m grateful to the
staff and volunteers at HUA for saving Stormy/Jeremiah and the countless other
animals they’ve rescued in the 30 years of operation. I’m also grateful to the
other puppy mill rescues, such as National Mill Dog
Rescue
in Colorado, and the thousands of animal shelters and rescue groups across the
country.
November is Adopt-a-Senior Pet
Month.
Although Jeremiah was by no means a senior, when I inquired as to why this
small dog had not yet been adopted, the staff member responded, “Likely his age
– most people want puppies or 1-year-olds.” That shocked me – by no means is
Jeremiah “old,” unlike the cocker spaniel my husband and I adopted in 2008, who
was then 10 years of age. Cody lived to be almost 18, possibly because of the
love and care we gave him. I hope Jeremiah lives to such a ripe old age!
During this special month of Adopt-a-Senior
Pet, I hope you will take time to help rescue animals in some way: by adopting
or fostering; by volunteering at your local shelter/rescue; donating necessary
items; helping to promote adoption; helping at an event put on by your local
rescue organization.
November is also Thanksgiving. If
you have pets, take time to be thankful for the joy and companionship they provideas and for the numerous rescue groups who unite people and pets. Also consider being
grateful for the many thousands of animals who provide not only companionship,
but also necessary help for their humans, such as service dogs, therapy cats,
and K9 and military animals. We are blessed by having animals in our lives, in
our communities, and in service to our country.
Hugs to you and your pets from me and mine, and
Happy Thanksgiving to you all!
Gayle M. Irwin is a freelance writer, author and speaker. She is part of the Chicken Soup for the Soul family, having published seven short stories in seven of the internationally-acclaimed books, including a rescue story in the August release "The Dog Really Did That?" She also has a story in "Memories from Maple Street USA: Pawprints on My Heart" from Sundown Press. She maintains a pet blog on her website, found at www.gaylemirwin.com.
Oh Gayle I know the joy of owning a rescue pet. I have 2 in 2011 I picked up a starving neglected Shih Tzu off the side of the road he was so starved I could feel every rib and his back bone and I never in my life saw a dog with so many parasites but with love and proper care he has blossomed into a beautiful loving pet that like your Jeremiah has brought much joy to my life. And in August of this year I took in a stray my daughter found a mix breed poodle she was so matted and on the very verge of death from starvation but once again love and care can do wonders. It's so sad how someone can treat animals so horrible. It totally breaks my heart.
ReplyDeleteI've taken in many needy animals over the years. My philosophy is, "if they need a home, they'll find me". ;-)
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