So the next few days, and next few blog posts are going to be very hard for me. I may have mentioned it before, but this Friday marks six months that my Angel Simon has been at Rainbow Bridge. For me that's the day time stops. It marks a day that forever changed me.
It's also making me think about all of the wonderful times, and
memories I got to have with Simon. And I wanted to share a big one with
you. I may have told this story in short hand in other blog posts, but
this is going to be the full story about the day I took the photos
below, and forever changed my life.
The date on these pictures is August 17th, 2007. In November of 2006 I
had lost a little girl Bichon Frise, named Precious. She had to be put
to sleep because of issues with her heart, and losing her had broken
mine. I had also lost my grandmother in February of that same year. To
say I was broken, and lost is an understatement. Everything in my world
that I loved was gone.
I had told anyone who would listen I was NEVER getting another dog. I
just wasn't going to put myself through that again. A few people said
they understood, and agreed with me that loving and losing these pets
are very hard. Some told me that I would find one I liked, and one day
have a pet again. I wanted to scream at both parties that they didn't
understand, and that no I wasn't going to get another pet.
So when one day a good friend and co-worker, who also happens to be
in a Dachshund rescue group asked me to help her with her new fosters
adoption photos, I thought nothing much of it. I would go, take there
picture, email her the good ones. She posts them on the rescues website
with a bio on the dog, and my job and good deed is done.
I. Was. Wrong. Very wrong.
The first dog she introduced me to was Simon. She was on her back
porch holding him, telling me he was one of her tender ones. He was
going to need only the best home. She also told me he would do better
being carried to the spot I was going to take his pictures. Those words
were soon followed by this little brown body being handed to me over the
I looked at him, he looked at me... we had a small staring contest
going on between us, as my friend gathered the rest of her
"models"...and then he put his paw down my shirt.
In that moment, that little paw sliding its way down my shirt,
created many things. I would realize only later, as he snored in my lap
one day, that that move wasn't for safety, or from anxiety. He was
claiming me. He had picked his person.
In looking back at the photos I took of him that day, to the photos I
took of him those seven years he was mine. Those are two totally
different dogs. The first one is shy and unsure...is wanting someone to
love and save him. The dog after, was happy and sure of himself, he was
safe, and loved.
I took a few shots of him, only to not find any of them worthy of his
adoption page. I feel, even then, a part of me knew he was meant to be
with me. Those adoption photos I took of him, never got emailed to his
foster mom, they never got posted to his adoption page, and until this
blog post, never got thought about again.
I'm glad I took those photos, I'm so very glad. Those photos are what
helped me find just what I needed, when I didn't think I needed it.
Simon and I both were in need, we were broken and lost. In finding
each other, we found our missing pieces. That thing we both needed to be
I didn't just rescue him...he rescued me too.
There will never be another Simon. He was meant just for me.
The pain of loss is great, there's an ache in my chest that has yet to go away.
But the joy of love, of being loved, and of loving someone. Now that can take your breath away.