Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Our newest girl, Cinnamon


I don't think you'll ever forget watching an animal die. When we had Mocha, he drove me insane. Fur everywhere, accidents in the house, eating too much & throwing up, he didn't listen to me. I just couldn't wait to get rid of him. But when he was gone & I saw the pain that my family went through loosing this animal, all I felt was regret. I feel regret for not taking the time out of my busy life to bond with this dog. I feel badly for not having enough patience with him when in hindsight most of his behavior was because he was old and sick. The two nights we spent without him, things were sad in our house. The girls & Bill were just not quite the same.

So yesterday we went to two animal shelters to start our search for the perfect family cat (nice & low maintence). We were at the Riverside County shelter trying to filter through the hundreds of kittys & the girls wanted to go check out the dogs before we left. In one of the very last cages sat a purebread chocolate lab (she looked like a skinny, shorter version of Mocha). The girls wouldn't leave the dog's side. It just leaned into the girls against the bars. She's a 5-yr, 70lb girl. Found as a stray. Just checked out & put into the cage yesterday. The girls didn't want to leave her there. Sophia started to cry. Mommy started to cry. Of course I couldn't leave her there.. but I didn't have the $100 to adopt on me & no card on me. It was 4:40 & the shelter was closing at 6pm. So they started all paperwork & the girls & I piled back into the car & raced back home to Corona to get some cash. I prayed the whole way, that "Lord, if we are not meant to have this dog, close this door now. Let the shelter be closed, let us not make it in time, but if we are meant to have her, get us back in time." We got back to the shelter at 5:59, they locked the doors behind us as soon as we got there.

We've spent the first night with her and it feels like we've had her forever already. The saddest part about her is that she WAS someone's pet. She listens to commands, knows to go to the door to potty, and slept quietly in a dog bed all night downstairs. She doesn't have hip problems like Mocha did so can get in & out of the car easily. She has just the right amount of spunk to play with the girls, but doesn't jump on them. Bill is so happy to have her. He is thrilled. The girls are thrilled. Is she going to drive me crazy? Probably. Another living thing to care for, but she's here for the greater good & I'll try & remember that each day I sweep the piles of hair off of the floor. I'll remember that I think she was there in that cage, that day, meant just for us.

2 comments:

Lizzy said...

Awww, what a nice post. It made my day. Miss seeing you!

amcurlymomof2 said...

Thanks for sharing Lorayne. I so want to go looking...my heart has a doggy shaped hole in it. I had Lucy for nearly 15 years. Mike needs to see your blog and I so want to come and hang with your newest addition!