I had a very different blog post in mind for when I returned from Mexico. We left town last Thursday for a destination wedding and the whole time I was there I was thinking about the photos I would share. No where in my brain did I think I would instead be saying goodbye to our little fur ball just one hour after getting off of the plane.
Who knew that my heart could be stolen by this goofy, silly, head spinning, prancing, barky, Pomeranian? I didn't even think I liked Pomeranian's! But man, she sucked us right in in no time flat. If I'm being honest there are only two things I would change: I wouldn't have named her Delta Dawn and I would have officially adopted her. On the way to the emergency clinic just minutes after we landed, as I held her bundled in my arms, knowing exactly what was happening, I turned to Tom and somehow articulated how upset I was that we had never actually adopted her. In some lame attempt to make myself feel better I insisted we pay all of her final bills vs. Blue Dog covering them. Logically I know it makes no difference and I also know that she never knew...I guess in these moments, where raw emotion is raging, bizarre thoughts and ideas surface and you just go with it.
I think we knew a very long time ago that she was our dog. Shit, after the first trip to the vet we found out that she was a bit of a train wreck. But I blindly told myself that there was some Florence Nightingale soul out there that was gonna snatch her up. Over the two years that she was actually on the website, available for adoption we had exactly two interested parties. By the time the second one rolled around Tom was so upset at the thought of her being adopted that he didn't even go with me to the meet-and-greet. I thought they might be a good fit for her but I never heard from them again after that meeting. That was it she was ours.
I believe with my whole heart that not only did she wait for us to get home to say goodbye, but she took that hard, hard decision out of our hands. It just proves that these amazing animals have just as much capacity for love as we do - sometimes more I think.
After losing Preacher in September and Daisy in April I foolishly thought that we might be spared for a bit. But that's just not how it works. I told someone earlier today that knowing her and being her people was worth every ounce of pain. And it is, it's true. I wouldn't trade one second of my time with any of them.
I miss you Deltie girl. Thank you for finding us, for staying, and for waiting.