Drove Heidi to meet Pat, the rescue lady, this afternoon. The exchange took place in just a couple of minutes, I handed over the leash and that was that. I didn't really get a chance to say good-bye. Pat seemed oddly unconcerned with where I found Heidi or if I made any effort to find her owners. Maybe, like me, she figures that she doesn't need to go back there anyway, to an environment where she was obviously mistreated.
Anyway, I'm very grateful that the spaniel rescue could take Heidi and I hope to god she winds up in a good home. Sending kind thoughts Heidi's way would be appreciated. :-)
Oddly, I feel sad, bereft. I didn't have her very long but there's an empty place where she was. Jesus Christ, how could I ever give the kitties away, after having them nine months? I pick up Newman and hold him up to my cheek, and he purrs and purrs. And Peep, who's always been the most skittish and remote of the three, is coming around and being more affectionate. Missy's won my heart too, with her goofy self, always climbing somewhere and then unable to get down by herself.
I wonder if I came upon Heidi mere seconds or minutes after she was dumped, judging by the way she was sitting there in the road, steadfastly looking in one direction. I mean, she was right in the center of the lane and would surely have been run over in due course.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 8:11 PM
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