In Honor of Luna






Having been in rescue for so many years and looking at the pictures of all the animals that have crossed my path, some of them I know and remember by name and others just the faces. In rescue when people tell us they have three dogs already, we tell them that is what we call a start. When I ran the kennel, so many of the animals that came if were starved, abused and just unloved. Some of these knew they were unloved and others were oblivious to their situation. Luna was one that knew she was not a loved animal she was just another rescue. When she came to the kennel, she was almost hairless and sad, it was her eyes that did us all in. She would sit quietly at your feet and raise her paw and lay it on your lap with the saddest eyes that we have ever seen. Pretty soon no one at the kennel could put her in a cage at night the sad eyes were too much for all of us. We would put her in the office and she would climb in a chair and still the eyes. Then she got to the point she would follow us to the door and the eyes would look so sad... Within a month or so she was coming home with me along with my own three dogs (dog #4). Still up for adoption, but already mine. I took her to adoption stands and people would tell me "she's not a pretty dog" after the third or fourth time, I no longer took her to the adoption stands, how dare they say Luna was not beautiful.

Her personality was slow to emerge, on her own she would herd children into corners and not allow them to leave, she would guard whatever car or truck I was driving with a very intimidating look that let anyone near aware they were being watched and they better not touch. Dogs that would wander into the yard would soon learn that she was not a vicious dog, but she would run as hard as she could and bowl them over, it was the strangest way of letting another dog know they were not allowed in the yard. She went everywhere with me and I never had a problem finding someone to watch her if I had to be out of town. She would refuse food, treats and water if offered unless she stood before me and handed me her paw with the eyes that asked if it was allowed.

As all of us do she started getting the white on her face and November 2010 I took her to the vet she was diagnosed as being terminal. I know its a natural process and that all of us whether four legged or two legged, we all have the same fate. She was a fighter and fought so hard for almost a year. The last month of her life she steadily got weaker and weaker, I would make her steak, chicken anything that she decided she would eat I would give her. Her little boston terrier buddy would lay at nite beside her on the bed and snuggle for awhile laying his head on hers to try and comfort her. The last week she refused to get up, still eating whatever I cooked and still fighting the medicine that I would force down her throat, because she knew if I put them in anything, she would find it and spit them out. Early on Monday morning she started to whimper and was so weak she would try to move and was unable, I knew the time I had dreaded for a year was here, I wrapped her in a blanket and took her to the vet and my fears were confirmed. I was advised she was holding on for me, that her eyes watching every move I made, explained the bond this dog and I had. I refused to allow and standard shave of her paw, they used her back leg, while I held her tightly in my arms and told her how much she was loved and that I would forever be grateful for the time she allowed me to be her mom. She was gone so quickly, just like she came into my life, she was gone. I was unable to bear the thought of leaving this precious one to someone else to cremate or bury, so she had her last ride with me. laying on the front seat with her head on my lap and my rubbing her ears all the way home. She was laid to rest in sight of the house even though she can no longer see with those sad eyes, she is in my sight and always in my heart.

In My Heart

I thought of you with love today, but that is nothing new.
I thought about you yesterday, and days before that too.
I think of you in silence. I often speak your name.
Now all I have is memories, and your picture in a frame.
Your memory is my keepsake, with which Iíll never part.
God has you in his keeping.
I have you in my heart.