I don't remember
much about my first 6 months of life as they are now a dark and thankfully
distant memory but I do remember the first time I saw my pack. I was on death row, the stupid humans think
we don’t know but we do, we know when no one wants us, when it is close to that
time when a dog leaves the cage and never comes back. I was scared sharing a cage and waiting and
hoping that someone would come. Looking
back things were not good for me, I was scared and hated having that rope thing
put around my neck when people came to see me.
I would lie down and they would push or drag me.
Things were
different that day though, it was late in the afternoon or so we guessed as
most of the lookers as we called them were leaving, when out of know where
these two humans show up and look at me.
They put that rope around my neck and I hit the deck, I was so scared
especially when the keeper started to pull me.
Don't get me wrong the keepers are ok but you see so many of them and
you know they are not pack. But that
time Matthew stopped the keeper, took the rope and carried me to the other
room. He put me down and let me calm
down a little, boy was my heart pounding, I can still feel the beating
today. After a minute he called me over
and it was such a good feeling that I went straight to him, he made such as
fuss of me then she called me and fussed me and everything seemed right, I even wagged my tail some.
Then after some time
and some talking noises, they asked the keeper if I was ok with cats. What's a cat I thought and the keeper said
she did not know. She said she could
take us to some cats and find out. That
sounded a bit funny to me but I was the happiest I had been in a long time so
these cats could not be all bad.
We left the room and
went into another room with lots and lots of smaller cages with animals in
them, these must be cats I thought as I stared wide eyed around me. Funny looking things I thought and then
without thinking I thought I wonder if they like to be chased, it just came in
all by itself. I was on my rope but they
took me close to a cage so I decided to check it out, I went right up to the cage and stuck my
nose in to say hi, bugger me if the next thing I know is I have claws sticking
in my noise, I can tell you it was a surprise that smarted. I quickly backed up and decided these cats
where not too friendly and I wanted nothing to do with them. Not sure why but everyone seem very
impressed with my behavior and we all left.
I can tell you I was happy to be away from the cats.
I was taken back to
my cage and everyone left me. I was
about half an hour when they came back again and said those wonderfully magic
words, "you are coming home with us" and I thought, I've got a pack,
oh I really have a pack. Then they all
left. They did not come back the next
morning and I started to fear the worse, then they came for me and took me to
the room with bright lights and very white people, I thought this is it, it was
a trick I leaving for the great pack in the sky. They held me down and everything went dark.
I woke up in a
strange cage, in pain feeling so, so sick.
I could not help myself and was sick right next to where I lay, I felt
so bad I could not even move. Then I
heard a familiar voice's, it was them, was it, could it be, yes it was, I was
sure it was, it was them, they had come back.
Soon I saw their faces and they seemed concerned, they said something
and the white lady from the room with the bright lights came over to them as
told them that it could be a complication from surgery and that they could
leave me if they wanted. I wanted to
scream NOOO but I could not move, I felt so bad. I then heard Matthew say "no" they
would take me and take me to a vet if needed.
Well it then happened really fast, strong hands lifted me up and after
what seemed ages we were in what I now know of as my house, there were strange
smells but it all felt very comforting.
I was laid down on a oh so soft bed and I fell asleep and forgot about
the pain - I was home, I had a pack, I was ALIVE.
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