Touched by Words

I received the following email (story) this morning and with the author's permission, am posting it here.
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Once upon a time a mommy and daddy were very sad because they had very little money. All of their money was being spent on necessities and private school for their young daughter. They thought they were doing the right thing. But, because the private school had no provision for child-care during the breaks (Easter, Summer, Christmas etc) they did not have the money to hire childcare. So, their young daughter had to stay with Grandmother during those times.

In order the help their young daughter overcome some of the lonliness of those times, and to have a companion because they also lived where there were few children for her to play with, they went in search of the perfect companion.

They thought this companion would come in the form of a four legged blue merle australian shepherd furfriend. They interviewed breeders finally finding Diana Farthing.   Diana lived clear out in Romoland, CA at that time.

We drove for what seemed like days (an hour),  reaching the site we were introduced to two beautiful, clean, fresh smelling blue merle Aussies. A little girl and a little boy. The little boy only had eyes for the play yard, not engaging with us at all. The little girl was sweet but we found that she was so soft that she would not look at us, even when I held her in my arms.

Reluctant to leave Diana's without considering all options since it was a long drive, we asked her if she had anything else. She was hesitant. She relented saying something like,'well you said you didn't want a red dog. You were very certain.'  Still, what could it hurt.  She warned us that this puppy had not been bathed to be seen. We were fine with that.

We waited on the lawn. She brought out this crazy red puppy with gold eyes. From across the lawn this little dynamo ran from Diana, across the yard, into my arms - putting her puppy paws on my shoulders and kissing all over my face. It was like she said, 'I've been waiting so long for you.' and 'What took you so long?" I looked at Diana and said 'sold'.
 She rode on my lap all the way home without making a sound.
 We gave her to our daughter, Cerin, on July 4th 1996.

RIP Aladdin's Red Red Wine (aka Jazmin, Jazzy, Jazicola, Old Bat. Batty). 8 minutes ago ·
 
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This was my reply....
 
[tears rolling down cheeks] Your story and ones similiar are the reason that kept me raising puppies for all these years. I could not have wished for a better home for Jazmin. She lived a long life surrounded by the humans she loved. What more could a girl ask for?

I read a really cool saying about how each dog in our lives gives their heart to us and in return they take a piece of ours when they die. Their hope is that we will then have the heart of a dog and become all that is good in a dog.

So, although I know there is sorrow and you will miss Jazmin, you are a better human for having known her. May your dog's heart swell inside you and share the love of a dog with the world.

Big Comforting Hugs,
Diana ~ humbled by words and the dogs I love