I know many of you have adopted animals before. I've always adopted or become a parent to a baby animal: my cats either were born in my closet or wandered to my front door as little tiny ones. My pups have always come to me as puppies. Trixie was a first for me: a grown dog who had been trained by someone else.
It's fascinating to watch this little one. I remember when my now 4 year old boyfriend H came over with his Matchbox cars when I first adopted Trixie. He rolled one to Trixie and she seemed to know exactly what to do. She whacked the rear end of the car with her paw to make it roll right back to H. I was stunned. She takes walks with me without a leash, she's completely paper trained, and other than the fact that she's a bit of a drama queen she's an absolutely well trained delight. Someone else did this. I had nothing to do with her good behavior.
I wonder if she got lost? Was her old family unable to afford her epilepsy meds? I honestly cannot imagine anyone giving this little girl up. Does it make me crazy that she will eat anything that might resemble or once might have been a food-like substance? YES. Has her epilepsy/hypothyroid/allergy ailment cost me a great deal of money I really couldn't spare? YES.
Would I trade any moment I've had with her? Not a single one.
This little girl and I had a long talk tonight. Yes, this seems insane, but as all pet owners know, they do recognize some emotion. I told Trixie that I hoped she didn't miss her old family too much this holiday season. I wondered if she might be playing with her other family and playing Matchbox volleyball with a little boy she loved. She might be getting toys from her old family, or simply be sitting, with one leg out, as she always does, at her old home with a family that loved her so much.
As much as I feel bad for that family that might have lost their dog I hope that every once in awhile they think that maybe, just maybe, their little girl has given someone else an amazing sense of purpose and has given someone more pleasure than they could ever imagine.
During this season of gratefulness, let me tell you this: I am grateful for all those who love me and all those I love. I am grateful for those who trust me with their hair and I am grateful for those who trust me, period. And let me tell you... I am so thankful for my furry little Trixie (and of course, my three feline friends). She has made me feel more love in the past 1.5 years than I had felt in a long time.
I am very lucky to have this furry one.
Now if I can just find a male human version that makes me love them this much.
A girl can dream, right? And a girl can also be grateful for what she already has.