The moment I saw your picture, my heart skipped a beat and I gasped at your wonderful, thick bulldog-ness.
I knew I had to meet you and just as certainly I knew that upon meeting you I’d be compelled to foster you, which is exactly what happened. What I didn’t expect was that you were small and scared. Someone somewhere had crushed your trust, had made you spare your sweetness from being too present. The click of a collar, the snap of a leash, both had you cowering, and trembling. What monster in your past made you afraid of these simple tools?
A Room of Your Own
We prepared your room and with a painting of the happiest dog in the world to watch over you, we eagerly anticipated the moment when I could bring you home. We walked out of the shelter together (which never gets old) and I picked your 55 pounds of piggy-ness up and secured you in the car. At home in your room you sniffed around to every corner, ever so slowly but yet giving me a glimmer of the nosey little girl inside.
The first few days you were still so scared and shy but eager to walk with Big Julius and slowly open to be given treats.
We cuddled each night and I whispered to you that I would find you a family to love and care for you. A place where you’d be safe and happy. While I think you believed me, you and I both knew deep down how much I loved you. I know you loved me too and we figured we’d be together for a long, long time.
After all, my fosters usually stay a couple of months and you, my dear, were still so afraid of people. People came to visit you and give you treats, but even still with your budding bravery, I was the only one permitted to let you outside. Slow and steady, we continued to work but as we did, the bond grew deeper. I was hopelessly in love and wondered how much could you grow if I gave you wings with which to fly? Would my love and protection keep you from growing into the sweet and affectionate little bulldog with whom I snuggled so closely? What could you do in a home of your own?
Your Family Found You
They applied for a different dog, in fact they applied for two other dogs who weren’t you but after speaking with them I began to suspect that they were to be yours. We talked about the others and cautiously I then mentioned you. Perhaps your sweet, gentle, loving soul would capture their hearts and in their home you would blossom. Perhaps they would sit and look into your expressive gray eyes and you’d paw at them and draw them to you for a Fanny hug.
Well, they wanted to meet you and with no expectations we drove you to meet them. You were shy, scared, and you trembled, but still your sweet nature still glowed quietly and they saw it. You took treats from them almost immediately and you approached your new dad. I’ve never seen you approach a man so quickly. Before I realized I was ready we were saying our goodbyes, but I don’t do that. I must stay strong so that you don’t see me cry. Adoption day is not to be sad and I refuse to let you see my sadness, only see the love. Never think I left you but always know that I let you go so that I could let you grow.
How did only 18 days become so precious? How did they go so fast? How did you fill a spot in my heart that I didn’t even know existed?
This, my dear Fanny, is not goodbye, but farewell. It is with a heart filled with love, and with eyes filling with emotion that I say to you that I’m honored to have been chosen to help you heal and I am glad to have been the one to partner with you on this journey. You, my dear Fanny will have a wonderful life filled with love.