Shelly, is my border collie mix doggie love. I rescued her from a shelter when she was just a few months old in November 2001, soon after 9/11. For six years, she was my buddy. She followed me everywhere. Slept under my bed and gave me such joy and companionship.
Three years ago, after my divorce, I left her with my ex and her pack (we had four dogs) as I settled into my new life as single independent woman. She was well loved there by my stepdaughter, granddaughter and ex-husband, but I longed for her for three years. I thought about her often and always knew I would get her back when I was ready. It was important to me to be ready and be able to take care of myself, first.
Well, it is three years later and I have her again and I am thrilled. I missed her so much and love her dearly. It is important for me to have her in last days. She is nine and I know she doesn’t have many years left. I don’t why it is so important to me, and why her. While I loved all my dogs, I felt a deeper connection with her. I am not going to question it but enjoy this special soul connection I seem to have with her.
She teaches me so much every day. Here are just a few of the lessons I’ve learned in just the last 6 weeks since her return.