Coming off my second breakup, I did not go the route of
getting drunk with my sorority sisters or buying a lot of unnecessary
ideas. Instead I went to the pound. I made my first adoption of a cat the
year
earlier so I was ready to add a dog into the mix. Missing my parents’ chow, I immediately took
to a red chow mix. Then I saw her.
In the kennel across the way was a white lab/husky mix. Her eyes were downcast as dogs around her
made a ruckus. She slowly came to the
gate to put her nose to my hand. Being
the dog lover I was, I asked to take her out of the yard to play thinking to
myself, “Might as well let her have some fresh air.”
We went out to the yard where she followed at my heels. I sat down to pet her. She proceeded to put her head on my shoulder
and lean into my neck. For that moment,
she chose me…I do not choose her. This
is how Dolce came into my life.
Dolce was in her terrible 2’s but beyond that she had
significant separation anxiety due to prior abuse. She hid from guests particularly men. She would not stay on a piece of furniture
when you sat next to her. She destroyed
numerous DVD, remote controls, and even a hot tub cover. But I finally gained her trust, and from that
point, she was continuously loyal to me.
Her loyalty went beyond greeting me at the door. Dolce would sleep in her bed next to me where
we would have daily cuddle times. She
would sit in the passenger backseat with her nose just slightly outside
traveling to different locations with me. When I left for the day, she would
watch me from the window as I was driving away.
Her wagging tail and smile brought me happiness every day.
Everything changed this past Sunday. Just 72 hours prior, Dolce started showing
signs of exhausted and refusing food.
Thinking it was potential dehydration; I changed her diet and encouraged
increased water. She slightly rebounded to
enjoy a cooler summer Friday and Saturday, but on Saturday night, her
conditioned worsen. She has having
difficulty breathing and refused all food and water. Early on Sunday, thinking about anything to
make her excited, I asked if she wanted to go on a car ride. Using her last resource of energy, she wagged
her tail, heading to the door, and left my house for the last time.
Dolce was strong and loyal to the end. The cancer which caused the bleeding in her
body would have been causing her pain over the last month, but she never showed
in. Even on our last walk together last
Sunday, Dolce sniffed every spot, chased after every animal, and wagged her tail
the whole time. The night before she
left, Dolce laid right next to me struggling breathing and trying to get
rest. Even when I said goodbye, her
tired eyes kept focused on me as she fought to stay with me.
Dolce saw the worst of me and enjoyed the best of me. When I was going thru depression, she would
require me to get out of bed and take care of her. She would get me up from walks, and I would
reward her with ice cream. She lived in
different houses, dealt with varied work hours, and different people during my
life. Dolce never stopped being by my
side and being the sweetest dog I have ever had.
I have cried so much over the last three days that I don’t
have the energy to cry anymore. I am worried
about Chanel who has never been without her sister. Chanel has cried a little when laying on the
coach Dolce and her shared nightly. She
looks over at her sister’s bowl and looks around the corner when I come home.
Dolce chose me, and I am so grateful she did because I was
blessed and loved more then I deserved.