Without going into too much detail, at the end of last week, I became involved in the rescue of an e-list dog from a local pound. In a nutshell, the little girl was to come to me, temporarily, and go to her new home today.
A rescue pulled Angel from the e-list and transported her to a meet spot where I was to take custody. Angel was in a blanket, so I didn’t get too much of an opportunity to look at her before I was ready to whisk her to a warm home with food. The second Angel crawled out of the towel, I realized both she and I were in trouble.
I am not going to go into all the reasons I started to cry, nor will I speak of all the ways Angel was suffering. All I will tell you is that rather than taking her to her first step toward a life of love, we went directly to the Emergency Room. It was there, after several hours of grief, on the part of myself and the rescue, that the decision was made to set Angel free.
Angel did not go alone. Both the rescue person and I were holding her, and we both loved her.
But Angel did not go without a home and a family. As soon as I realized we were going to lose her, she became my kid. It may have only been in life for less than a half hour, but I am proud of her and I want to tell you all about her:
Angel was feisty! You could see it in her eyes. She was an older girl, but you could tell in her younger years she could bust a rug with the best of them and if anyone gave her any flack, she would have had no problems putting them in their place.
I have often said we need a pint-sized girl to join our pocket rocket boys. There is no doubt in my mind that, despite her age, Angel would have enjoyed playing with our little boys, but if they got out of hand, she would have given them a beat down they would never forget. At the same time, she had a cuddly aura about her, and I am pretty sure she would have worked her way into The Turbo Charger with DASH! and he would have been tickled to death with the extra heat source!
When Angel slept, she snored, VERY loud. Crabby’s snoring has me taking a blanket to the couch on a regular basis. Add Angel to the mix and I may as well move to the couch permanently!
Angel loved my pumpkin/peanut butter dog treats. The second she figured out which pocket I carried them in, she wanted in that pocket in a big way. The speed in which she figured out where the treats were proved just how smart she was.
Angel loved her face stroked.
Angel would have learned real quick how to manipulate The Crabby Man.
Angel was beautiful.
Angel left us on December 27, 2012 and now sleeps next to her brother Arrrmando (the second ‘r’ is silent), who passed away, December 27, 2011. Arrrmando (the second ‘r’ is silent) was buried, curled up, in his favorite “Little Bed”, a gift from his Aunt Nora several years before. Sometimes he could be a little standoffish about sharing his bed, so I made sure Angel had some pumpkin/peanut butter treats to share as a bribe. I like to think they are snuggled up right now, clucking their tongues at the unruly antics of the other Ghosts of Run A Muck Ranch. Actually, maybe they needed Angel more than us because there isn’t a lick of sense among them, aside from Arrrmando (the second ‘r’ is silent). I know he can’t control the beasts, maybe Angel can!
Angel will not be forgotten. We NEVER forget our kids.
Sleep well Angel. We love you sweetie.
4 nights ago a new star appeared in the sky. That new star is Angel of Run A Muck Ranch. She shines a little brighter than the other stars, but in time, when the tears start to become less, her brightness will fade, but she will never go away. Since she is grieved by the rescue, by us, and by the new Mom she was supposed to meet today, she will shine bright for a long time. Go out tonite and say hi to her.