Duncan here,
Let me see . . . . where to start? Oh yes, I remember, exciting news. Right. As many of you who are regular followers of our adventures know so well, our little family originated with Sydney. Shortly after Sydney came to live with Mom and Dad, it was decided that Cavaliers are like the advertisement for Lay’s Potato Chips – “Bet you can’t eat just one” and therefore no home is complete with only one Cavalier. Therefore, to fill the void, Ruby came to join the little traveling menagerie. The girls came to settle in to a rather mundane and staid existence of road trips, late night trips to the treat store, pranks on Mom and Dad, etc., when Mom and Dad surprised them with the introduction of none other than yours truly. Oh, what a day of excitement that was when Mom and Dad announced that instead of being a foster, I was being made a permanent member of the family. I will, to the day I cross over that Rainbow Bridge, remember the feeling of being loved and finally having a permanent home where I would be loved and spoiled instead of kept in a cramped pen and mistreated.
So, having experienced that feeling myself, I am always looking for any other Cavalier that is in a similar condition and that I can help in some fashion to experience that same kind of love. Therefore, it is with the greatest excitement that I turn over the keyboard to someone very, very special:
Libby here,
Not sure how this computer thing works but I’m willing to give it a go. Hi, my name is Libby
A few months ago I was found abandoned and alone along a lonely rural road in Virginia. Dirty, matted and unloved, my previous owners had used me to breed many, many litters of puppies. I’m not sure how I ended up on this road. Was I simply abandoned and dumped because I didn’t please my previous owner or because I could no longer produce enough puppies? How I got to that road side in Virginia is really not important now, but the local animal shelter found me and brought me in. Unfortunately, this shelter was a lot like so many other shelters in that my so called “shelter" was only temporary. Temporary in that they only gave me a week to either be found by my owner or adopted. If neither occurred . . . well, let me say my life did not have much value and I would be put to sleep.
Never in my wildest imagination would I have ever thought such places existed and now that I was caught up in this place, it frightened me greatly. How could I endure so much in my life and have it end this way? I love and adore every single human I meet, and warmly greet them with kisses, tail wagging, and cuddle very close. How can it be that so many in my life had not returned that love. So I snuggled and licked the shelter workers so much whenever they came around, despite the fact they were going to put me down, hoping maybe they would reconsider. After all I had been through, I so wanted to live in a real home with humans who would love me, but maybe it just wasn’t meant to be. My days were numbered and time was running out. I resigned myself to the fact my life would soon be over . . . .
To be continued.
Libby