We weren't the only ones who mourned our nineteen-year-old dog's passing. At the loss of his elderly playmate, our one-year-old husky suffered too. He picked at his food, had no interest in playing, and even lacked his usual excitement during walk time. Although we hadn't intended on getting another dog, it seemed like the only solution for our dog's depression.
"It's meant to be," my husband professed as we drove to the animal shelter, located an hour away. "What are the chances that they'd have a young husky mix to go with our husky?"
I'll admit, it seemed like providence, even though I'd felt less than enthusiastic over the idea of replacing our beloved pet so soon.
When we arrived at the pound, the woman we'd spoken with on the phone, had gone for the day, but the lady in charge led the way to a room so that we could meet the young dog we'd come for.
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"The person we spoke with on the phone said she had a young husky for us. This dog is ancient!"
The woman explained that this was the only husky available and also the last dog awaiting adoption. Their shelter had successfully hosted a special televised Christmas adoption show. All the dogs in their shelter had found homes, except for this old female who they had scheduled for euthanization. She explained that the staff hadn't had the heart to put the dog to sleep and even though the dog was still on the list, they had high hopes that someone might adopt her.
"I'll let you discuss it in private," the worker said, sensing my dismay. Once she left the room, my worries about adopting an older dog erupted from my mouth like hot lava spewing from a
“I honestly believe people are going to want to bring their dogs in here. I tried to make it fun and I think I’ve succeeded.”
... to take roaming dogs back to their owners, and gives them a lecture on the thoughtfulness of letting a dog run free. “Dogs are just as important to me as people” she once said. She rarely makes public appearances today, and almost all of them are for the Doris Day Animal League, an organization dedicated to control pet overpopulation. She also is a part owner of a hotel in Carmel, California. The hotel allows people to bring their pets to stay with them, it also keeps a scrapbook with pictures of happy four footed customers (“Kehoe 120”).
One rather beautiful day I head down to the building fields of Uruk with my only son Urnabe. He is 14 and he is turning out to be a skilled mason or at least better than his old man. When we get there I see that Binfem was already waiting for me.
At first I didn’t realize she was talking to me, but as soon as I did I replied with “I feel like sitting here”. She then said, “I don’t want any dog eaters to sit next to me”. I was astonished when she said that, I couldn’t believe my ears. I was angry, because what she said was so absurd.
After taking what seemed to be forever, but was only a couple of minutes the dog had officially received its collar on its neck and a leash to be led with. “Now”, I said ,”you see the loop at the end of the road i’m going to help you walk this dog all the way down there and back.” What was only maybe a quarter of a mile seemed like from here in Arkansas all the way to the Hoover Dam. Not only did I feel an enormous fear in the pit of my stomach of how this was going to end, but as I glanced over I saw an even more scared straight look in my little sister’s eyes. “Ok” I said it’s not as long as we think
As the van pulls away from the curb, a plummy, shaggy-haired puppy sadly barks his good-bye through the back window. Works Cited Bickel, C. M. "The Therapeutic Roles of Cat Mascots with a Hospital-based Geriatric Population: A Staff Survey. " Gerontologist 19 (1979): 368-72. Seigel, J. M. "Stressful Life Events and use of Physician Services Among the Elderly: The Moderating Role of Pet Ownership. " Journal of Personality & Social Psychology 58 (1990): 108-86. Winkler, A. et al.
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