DEDICATED TO THOSE WHO FOSTER AND RESCUE
Author: Grace Saalsaa
Melissa sat on the floor, unable to sit straight and tall like her mother
had always admonished her to do when she was a child. Today, it would be
impossible. And tomorrow...it probably wouldn't be possible then either. Her mind
was too busy thinking about the dog that lay across her lap.
When he came to be with her, he had no name. She remembered that day
very well. The first sight of him was enough to break her heart into
little pieces. The woman, who had taken this dog from the rough streets where he
had lived, had tried to save him because she was unable to watch this young dog
find his own food in a dumpster outside the crack house where he lived. Nobody
cared that he was gone.
His fur was very thick; so thick that she had to wiggle her fingers down
to feel his bony body. And as she pulled her fingers away again, they were coated
in old dirt. Black and white, he was supposed to be. But on that day he was beige
and dust. He sat in the back of her car panting continuously, ears laid outward
for he had lost his courage and couldn't keep them proud and tall. He sat
motionless, waiting and limp. But the thing that was the most disturbing was the
look in his eyes. They were quiet eyes, sunken into his head - and they watched
her. They were alive with thought. He was waiting for her to do something "to"
him. Little did he know at the time that, instead, she would "give" something to
him. She gave him one of the little broken pieces of her heart. She reached out
to stroke his head and he instinctively squinched his eyes shut and dropped his
head, waiting for the heavy hand. With that little bit of movement she gave him
another one of the broken pieces of her heart.
She took him home and gave him a bath. She toweled him dry and brushed
some order back into his coat. For that, he was grateful and even though his own
heart was loaded with worms, he accepted yet another piece of her heart, for it
would help to heal his own.
"Would you like some water, big boy?" She whispered to him as she set down
a large bowl of cold well water. He drank it up happily. He had been dehydrated
for a long time and she knew it would take him most of the week to re-hydrate. He
wanted more water - but it was gone. Ah... that's how it is, he thought to
himself. But he was grateful for what he had been able to get. "Would you like
some more?" and she gave him another bowl along with another little piece of her
heart. "I know that you are hungry. You don't have to find your own food anymore.
Here's a big bowl of good food for you. I've added some warm water and a little
piece of my heart."
Over the four months that he stayed with her, his health improved. The
heart full of worms was replaced piece by piece with little bits of her loving
heart. And each little piece worked a very special kind of magic. When the
warmth of love and gentle caresses are added, the little broken pieces knit
together again and heal the container it resides in. That container becomes whole
again. She watched each little broken piece fill a gap in the gentle dog until
his quiet eyes radiated the light from the little pieces. You see, kind words
gently spoken turn the little pieces into illumination for the spirit that
resides within. He rested beside her, happy to be with her always. Never
had he known such kindness, such gentle caresses; such love. His health had
returned, his spirit was playful as a young dog's should be and he had learned
about love.
Now his heart was full. The healing was complete. It was time to go. There
was another person who had another heart that was meant to be shared with him. So
she sat shapeless on the floor because all the broken pieces of her heart were
with the dog. It is difficult to sit tall when your heart is not with you. She
wrapped her arms around the dog that sat with tall, proud ears for her. Lean on
me, he said. And she gave him one last thing that would keep him strong; that
would keep the pieces of her heart together long after he had gone on to live his
new life. She gave him her tears and bound them to the
pieces with a simple statement made from he ribbons of her heart.
"I love you, Joe." And Joe lived happily ever after.
Melissa sat on the floor, straight and tall like her mother had always
admonished her to do when she was a child. Today, it would be possible. And
tomorrow... it probably would be possible too. Because her mind was busy thinking
about this, the next dog that lay across her lap.
Where did she get the heart to help yet another dog, you ask? Ahhh... it
came with the dog. They always bring a little bit of heart with them. And when
the rescuer breathes in that little bit of heart, it quickly grows and fills the
void left by the last dog.