A Pup Story. One More Time.

Posted by on Jan 16, 2018 in A Passing Glimpse
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With all of the windows down, we celebrated by taking the long road home.

It was one year ago today when she and I took a long ride through the country. Just for the sake of one more time. I added several more miles to our usual route and also drove a bit slower, all to add minutes of just one more time. She was weak from her years-long battle with cancer but sat tall with stature and presence as she stared out the open window at every passing tree, signpost, and cloud. Unlike all of our many previous road trips, she took in every moment on that chilly morning. Every one.

We were met by her veterinarian, soon after we slowly drove up the lane to our home.

Following her invasive surgery, with a shaved belly and stitches running from her upper chest to her lower abdomen, she still smiled at life.

I cried this morning. Not because today reminds me of that morning drive we shared a year ago, but because I’m thankful for all of the unselfish strength Pita offered me. Like me, she expected order in our home. Her home and she always kept her siblings in line. She sat with me in the quiet light of my home office during long hours and years of study, after deciding I needed to return to school as a middle-aged adult. She had so much patience, helping me through not just one degree, but three. In the midst of those years, she was also the one closest to my side when I knew that sobriety was a necessity for me. She never once wavered. She was always there. Always.

That girl also had an impeccable taste in music, too. Or maybe it was just her tolerance for my long appreciation of the eclectic. We were always listening to music. Classic rock, jazz, cocktail lounge, country, not to mention all of those out of tune nights of guitar practice. She was good with all of it. Every moment. It was our time together, and we shared plenty of it.

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Two years into her cancer treatment, a winner marches.

I rescued Pita when she was a puppy, just a few weeks old. Her bright eyes were framed by her bigger than life pointy ears. They pointed straight up to the sky. With time, she would finally grow into those pretty ears. Placing her small round puppy belly in the truck on that hot, dusty August afternoon was one of the best things I have ever done in my life.

Life’s path always provides a remarkable way of healing. I recently committed to donating my communication, outreach, and design skills to assist with a non-profit dog rescue organization. This coming weekend, I’m stepping away from the computer, however, to jump in my truck and volunteer time and miles and to help a portion of the transportation run to move a rescued senior pup from his foster home in Georgia to his loving Forever Home in northern Virginia. I have always been a believer in second chances, and I have no doubt in my mind, that Pita would graciously approve of this weekend’s road trip. One more time.

Keep running, pretty girl. I am.

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Exactly one week before Pita lost her three-year cancer battle, she vibrantly posed with her genuine smile and flair for fashion for Zeros birthday party. The girl truly loved life.