I may have told these stories before and if I have, please forgive me.
Poly's life started in Georgia where she somehow wound up in a "high-kill" shelter. Actually she spent her entire life in a shelter. She never had a home. Never had someone to let her sleep on the sofa. Never had people care for her, and snuggle with her. It makes me sad just to write that. Fortunately, after her traumatic beginnings, a rescue picked her up and brought her up North. She was fostered for about a millisecond before we grabbed her.
Actually we were hooking up with someone from the rescue to meet Casey! He was in a high-kill shelter as well. We know little about his history other than that he was adopted with his brother. That adoptive family felt overwhelmed loving both of them. I can't imagine how, but they gave Casey (then known as Wesley) back. Again, this was our blessing and we have the privilege of loving him - and spoiling him! So, we went to meet Casey and Poly (then, "Wendy"). She hadn't been up North very long but seemed to have bonded with Casey. The two of them were romping around and playing together like they'd shared their entire lives together. Then Poly snuggled up to MrB and that was that. We'd been sucked in. We were now the parents of TWO dogs....
So we are in the midst of a pretty awful storm. Casey is just hanging out. Poly plopped herself on the ottoman next to me after Daddy left for just a minute. She remains there... here:
Now is that adorable or what? I guess I'm taking advantage of her storm snuggles since she usually pays the most attention to Daddy. She's doing ok now. Deep breaths and snuggling against my leg. I'll take it!
Before I end with the poem below, please remember
ADOPT DON’T
SHOP
I have absolutely no idea where I got this and apologize that I don't have a name to reference:
Tail tucked
between your legs,
Confusion in
your eyes -
I know it's
hard to understand
That someone
heard your cries.
When
loneliness is all you know
And pain is
all you feel
And no one
can be trusted,
And hunger's
all too real...
That's the
time the Lord sees you
And lets you
know He's there
That's when
He sends His messengers
The hearts
that love and care.
Yes, rescuers
are angels
You cannot
see their wings,
They keep
them neatly folded
As they do
their caring things.
The medicine
to make you well
Good food to
make you strong,
And finally
to help you learn
That hugs are
never wrong.
The perfect
place then must be found
The home
where you can live
Secure and
safe and happy
With joy to
get and give.
When you
reach your Forever Home,
Your place to
feel whole,
The Angels
smile, and off they go
To save
another soul.
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