K9soul
03-29-2004, 08:03 AM
Dear Tasha,
On March 29, 1999, something incredibly special happened to me. You came into my life. Let me tell you a bit about what prompted me to go to the shelter that day, and "just look around." I had just lost my beloved boy, Cody, my first dog. Willie was 10 years old. The day I lost Cody, not only was I in shock from his loss and absence, but the realization hit me like a ton of bricks, that I would be going through it again with my dear Willie. In my mind, my thoughts were never replacing Cody, or finding someone to replace Willie. I thought that day to myself, "I must at least start looking, and thinking about a new pup to begin a new bond with. What more could help ease the inevitable pains of life, and loss thereof?"
And so, Tasha, I stopped rather impulsively just to look that day, and I did so. I looked at them all, and of course, I wished I could take them all. But I knew that none really connected with me. I figured, it was too soon after Cody's passing, and it would take time before I could connect with one again. As I was heading out of the kennel to go back home, I noticed a door with a sign "play area" on it. I peeked out the window... and I saw two of the cutest pups imaginable with a shelter volunteer outside. Unable to resist, I went out to meet you and your sister. At first, I was drawn to your sister. She was a bit more bouncy and playful, grabbing my attention first. But then, after she got distracted by some toys, I noticed one pup stayed at my side, raining kisses on me, and I really looked into your eyes then. This is what I saw:
http://www.doordolt.com/~jfrank/Tashapuppy/puppy4.jpg
Could I hear the click? No, but I certainly felt it. I knew I could not leave you there then. I knew, just knew, you would be coming home with me, and that I would never, ever let you go. I picked you up, and held you. I took note of the number on your collar, to tell them I was taking you home. It was like a dream, all of it. You laid so still and trusting in my arms, just looking at me, and giving me those puppy kisses when I looked down at you. You never struggled for me to let you down, you were totally content in my arms. I filled out the papers, and then you came home with me, laying in my lap all the way home, as I watched you wonderingly at every stoplight.
As I pulled into the driveway, you suddenly lost your dinner all over me. I didn't care. I cooed and praised you. I know the car ride was traumatic for you, but once home, oh how happy you were. Can anyone doubt it?
http://www.doordolt.com/~jfrank/Tashapuppy/puppy5.jpg
http://www.doordolt.com/~jfrank/Tashapuppy/puppy6.jpg
http://www.doordolt.com/~jfrank/Tashapuppy/puppy7.jpg
Poor old Willie, was not sure what to make of you. He was such a gentle soul, I had to step in when you began gnawing and tugging on his tail, he wasn't sure what to do. But being the sweet and gentle-hearted boy he was, he accepted you.
http://www.doordolt.com/~jfrank/Tashapuppy/tashaandwillie1.jpg
http://www.doordolt.com/~jfrank/Tashapuppy/tashaandwillie2.jpg
You were a happy, playful, and funny girl. Bringing so many laughs and smiles.
http://www.doordolt.com/~jfrank/Tashapuppy/puppy8.jpg
http://www.doordolt.com/~jfrank/Tashapuppy/puppy9.jpg
And you took on every challenge with gusto and confidence.
http://www.doordolt.com/~jfrank/Tashapuppy/drinking.jpg
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On March 29, 1999, something incredibly special happened to me. You came into my life. Let me tell you a bit about what prompted me to go to the shelter that day, and "just look around." I had just lost my beloved boy, Cody, my first dog. Willie was 10 years old. The day I lost Cody, not only was I in shock from his loss and absence, but the realization hit me like a ton of bricks, that I would be going through it again with my dear Willie. In my mind, my thoughts were never replacing Cody, or finding someone to replace Willie. I thought that day to myself, "I must at least start looking, and thinking about a new pup to begin a new bond with. What more could help ease the inevitable pains of life, and loss thereof?"
And so, Tasha, I stopped rather impulsively just to look that day, and I did so. I looked at them all, and of course, I wished I could take them all. But I knew that none really connected with me. I figured, it was too soon after Cody's passing, and it would take time before I could connect with one again. As I was heading out of the kennel to go back home, I noticed a door with a sign "play area" on it. I peeked out the window... and I saw two of the cutest pups imaginable with a shelter volunteer outside. Unable to resist, I went out to meet you and your sister. At first, I was drawn to your sister. She was a bit more bouncy and playful, grabbing my attention first. But then, after she got distracted by some toys, I noticed one pup stayed at my side, raining kisses on me, and I really looked into your eyes then. This is what I saw:
http://www.doordolt.com/~jfrank/Tashapuppy/puppy4.jpg
Could I hear the click? No, but I certainly felt it. I knew I could not leave you there then. I knew, just knew, you would be coming home with me, and that I would never, ever let you go. I picked you up, and held you. I took note of the number on your collar, to tell them I was taking you home. It was like a dream, all of it. You laid so still and trusting in my arms, just looking at me, and giving me those puppy kisses when I looked down at you. You never struggled for me to let you down, you were totally content in my arms. I filled out the papers, and then you came home with me, laying in my lap all the way home, as I watched you wonderingly at every stoplight.
As I pulled into the driveway, you suddenly lost your dinner all over me. I didn't care. I cooed and praised you. I know the car ride was traumatic for you, but once home, oh how happy you were. Can anyone doubt it?
http://www.doordolt.com/~jfrank/Tashapuppy/puppy5.jpg
http://www.doordolt.com/~jfrank/Tashapuppy/puppy6.jpg
http://www.doordolt.com/~jfrank/Tashapuppy/puppy7.jpg
Poor old Willie, was not sure what to make of you. He was such a gentle soul, I had to step in when you began gnawing and tugging on his tail, he wasn't sure what to do. But being the sweet and gentle-hearted boy he was, he accepted you.
http://www.doordolt.com/~jfrank/Tashapuppy/tashaandwillie1.jpg
http://www.doordolt.com/~jfrank/Tashapuppy/tashaandwillie2.jpg
You were a happy, playful, and funny girl. Bringing so many laughs and smiles.
http://www.doordolt.com/~jfrank/Tashapuppy/puppy8.jpg
http://www.doordolt.com/~jfrank/Tashapuppy/puppy9.jpg
And you took on every challenge with gusto and confidence.
http://www.doordolt.com/~jfrank/Tashapuppy/drinking.jpg
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