I first encountered Annie as I was visiting a pet store to get some food for my dog, Lily. Annie was sitting in a small pen set up by an animal rescue group, along with 2 small puppies. Most of the people viewing the dogs were playing with the puppies,
with an occasional pet for Annie.
What caught my attention at first was Annie’s resemblance to my dog, Lily. Although Annie was heavier than Lily, facially, they looked similar. This prompted me to ask about Annie. I was told that she was formerly owned by an older couple, one of whom had died, with the other being in critical care at a hospital, and unable to care for Annie. I asked how long she had been in the rescue group. I was told that Annie had been in foster homes for about a year. “Why hasn’t anyone adopted such a nice dog,” I asked. “She’s an older dog, and most people want puppies,” said the rescue group person. “How old is she?” I asked.
“She’s eight years old.”
Since my dog, Lily, was also 8 at the time, I decided to adopt Annie on the spot. Annie was at first shy, hiding in the shower most of the time. She seemed to be afraid that I would return her to the rescue group, as others had previously done. But the truth is, I fell in love with Annie at first sight. Not long after I adopted her, Annie settled in, realizing that she was part of the family. She got along well with Lily, although there was some minor mutual growling when treats were offered. Annie was overweight, and I did what I could to help her lose weight. Towards the end, I think her heart began to fail, as walking became hard for her, causing her to stop about every 10 steps and catch her breath. She also loved to lie down and roll in every passing patch of grass.
I admit that I tend to keep my emotions in check most of the time, but Annie’s sheer love and sweetness melted my heart forever. Her original name was “Baby,” and true to that name, she never stopped acting like a happy puppy, even when she was clearly not comfortable because of breathing problems or her arthritis.
I hear that many people avoid adopting older animals because they fear the illness and shorter life span associated with aging. Such people don’t know what they are missing. There is no equal to the love and appreciation offered by an older dog that you’ve adopted.
Yes, Annie’s eyes did look sad most of the time, but there was also a clear sparkle in those eyes that reflected what I hope was her joy in knowing that she was deeply loved and appreciated. I had Annie for only just under 1 1/2 years, but to me, it seems as if we were together for a lifetime. She brought a light into my life, and I hope that I returned the favor. Watching her die so unexpectedly (she seemed to have a heart attack) was the most stressful event of my life since my mother died.
Annie, thanks for your company, your love, and your kindness. I miss you and will indeed, always love you.
Love,
| Annie |
| Jerry Brainum |