Earlier I had a meltdown over the looming end of Steve's full time employment and being cast into the unknown. It is scary at this point in life to consider such a challenge. "Why?" I had asked the Universe. "More importantly how will we survive?"
I had no clue what the answer meant at the time. "Believe in yourselves," I heard. "and Share." Share, I wondered, how will that EVEN be possible when our lives are so uncertain.
We have a friend who is emerging from her own cataclysm of giving up her life to hospice and care give three family members, one right after another...and in the course of three short years lose them all. In the process her life was left in shambles. Just now she is rising from the mud and striking out to recreate herself. In doing that she has been forced to make the toughest decision...to rehome her larger dogs.
The dogs have been loved and pampered their entire lives and the decision has ripped her heart out but finding an apartment in her budget that is flexible on number and size of dogs is nearly impossible. A friend near where she is leaving has adopted Minnie a young adult Rottie who loves everyone.
Trixie, the girl of uncertain background, is old, 12, and has a fatty lump on her side. She was rejected by the Senior Sanctuary Rescue because they are too full and animal welfare in the city held little hope for her adoptability. She may have diabetes (Trixie went to the vet for a complete check today). But there seemed to be no option for her.
Share, I was told.
Why don't we take her in, the White Dog Army and Steve suggested. I looked at them eyes-wide. "Duh, why? think about it!"
Share.
"We know old girls and how to make them happy. And if she has an illness then we do what you do with all of the WDA members who came to us with special needs. We make it better for as long as we can." "Really?" I asked again.
The thunder punctuated a message I was clearly not getting. SHARE!
Welcome Trixie Marie, the Nearly White Dog, who will be joining the White Dog Army on Monday.
