For the love of a Pyrenees called Comet
I have written in the past about dogs
which I had, Forbes, Brenna, Belle. One I have not written about is
Comet. After losing Forbes and Brenna and almost losing Belle when
she was ran over by a car, I really had no interest in another dog.
In the Spring of the same year, my son thought another dog would be
great mother's day gift. He searched and searched for just the right
dog and feeling he found a Labradoodle pup would be a perfect
addition. Young pups almost ready to leave the mother he peaked my
interest. Sadly, just as we got excited about taking a 2 hour trip to
pick up the pup, a message was received the whole litter had died
from a bad vaccination they received. Determined not to give up, he
searched again.
Across the state line, a vet had a
rescue mainly for pit bulls though she had one Pyrenees mix up for
adoption. A couple of days later I agreed to visit the rescue and
meet a dog which had been tagged with the name Popcorn. Strange name
for a dog, given due to freckles on his nose. Being led out into the
back area of the property, on my left was a large pen of more pit
bulls then I could count. At the time, Kansas City, MO had levied so
many restrictions on Pit Bulls rescues could not keep up with the
intake of the breed being given up by families. Beyond the Pit Bulls
I seen a large woolly pup standing and looking lost in the mix.
Estimated to be eight-months old he still had growing to do despite
his size at the time.
I called out to him as Popcorn without
any response. Frustrated, in my mind I asked him for a name and the
first response was “Comet”. Okay, Popcorn was not working so I
called out for him as Comet and he came running, even though he had
been watching he would not move until that point. Comet he was and
going home, he did. I really was not interested in him, knowing my
son would take great care of him I kept my distance from him.
Becoming attached to him was not of interest to me. Forbes was gone,
the one I truly considered mine of the heart, along with Brenna and
Belle along with her sister Molly were already attached to my son. I
was free to say no to anymore.
The thing about animals, we really do
not pick them. An animal, cat, dog or any from the animal kingdom
will set their sites on who they consider a human partner. As much
as I tried to deny Comet, he would lie by my desk during the day and
never separate himself as being to far away. I could shoo him, move
him, take him outside to play and still he would once again attach
himself. I thought “what is wrong with him, he is just a pup and
acts like an old dog!'
Each day without me really aware, he
edged in closer and closer to my heart. He grew from a pup which
seemed to be all legs into a beautiful friend. Just loving to be
loved. When I decided to move from my to an apartment I arranged for
a year to foster him out with the hopes of bringing him home again
someday. That did not happen and he went to a new family. As I was
driving one day I saw who I thought was him in the backyard of a
house a few miles away. Stopping and verifying it was him and tempted
to approach him I stopped myself feeling the act would be unfair to
all. Occasionally I would drive by the house and just look at him
until one day he was gone and the occupants as well. Wished him well
with his new family and let him know wherever he might be, he would
forever have a home in my heart.
What can remain without separation
regardless of loss in life are the memories which are an imprint we
choose to retain. Someday when I leave this world, there just might
be more animals than human energies to meet again, all have equal
parts in my heart and the love they brought to life in this world.
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