I didn't know where to post this....
For those of you who have adopted your dog...
Do you ever wonder what became of the others in the litter? Or the mother?
I sometimes look at Duncan and ask him "Did you have brothers and sisters? Where are they now? Do they look like you? Did you like them? Did you get along with them? Were you the bully or the runt or in-between? Do you miss them? Do you even remember them?"
"What were you doing for the 6 months before I met you? Where were you? Why did someone give you up? Why, why, why.....?"
"Are you happy with me? Am I a good mom? Do you ever wish some else adopted you? Are you the way you are because of me or in spite of me? Who are you really? What have you seen? What can I learn from you?"
I look at him sometimes, right before we go to sleep, and he curls up next to me, with some part of his body touching mine(because he knows I can't sleep otherwise)...and I think these things...I wonder how he got so smart, I look into his eyes and I KNOW he knows something I don't...he knows ME.
I would give anything to know how I was so blessed to have him. When everything else seems to go wrong, I think to myself, "Well, I have Duncan to go home to so God hasn't completely forgotten about me, he sent me an angel and that angel is waiting at home for me and will make me laugh and smile and go on no matter what..."
I hope this doesn't sound dismal because it is not the way I feel...I just am constantly amazed by my good fortune and I wonder what brought this particular dog to me.....
I know alot of you must feel the same way...please share your stories here....
For those of you who don't already know, Duncan has a scar about 2 inches wide all the way around his neck. The vet thinks that he was tied up somewhere and left and the collar/wire grew into his neck and he finally escaped this prison and was wandering the neighborhood eating garbage until the SPCA in my hometown found him...
And then he found me....
What has he seen? How can he possibly wag his tail all the time....?
(If this was a human being, we would give them 25 years of counseling and STILL make excuses for them....I am just amazed every single day at my brave dog...at EVERY dog.)
God, I wish he could talk! Please, God, when I die, let me get the answers to these questions...
Please share your questions/answers/thoughts/feelings...let me know that I am not the only one that does this....!
Please!! (Otherwise, I may have to go get some counseling!!)
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