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All tagged Rescue dog
“I’ll stay til the wind changes.”
On Saturday night, the wind changed and our beautiful and loving and joyful Maude left us. In her wake is a cyclone of anguish and helplessness.
The wind that brought her to us blew up from the south nine years ago. Hurricaine Katrina. Along the way, it picked up a terrified three month old puppy in Louisiana and dropped her into the PAWS clinic on the south side of Chicago.
Moira McLaughlin is here to tell us how her gorgeous little rescue guy changed her life! "When Darby, my 17-year-old Longhaired Dachshund, died in 2011, I unravelled. He was my muse and partner, the inspiration for my blog Dog Art Today and my lifeline to normalcy after losing everything to fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue ten years earlier. My grief terrified me. I knew that I needed a dog, my mental and physical health depended on it, but I couldn’t conceive how I would ever find one. Every single person that I confided my fears to answered me with the same three words, “You will know.”
When I was about six, my parents, in a well-intentioned but misguided parenting gesture, brought home an adorable Sealyham terrier, named him "Chester," and then stood back and waited for a bond to form between us. But it turned out that Chester was even less interested in me than I was in him. He poured all of his considerable energy into getting as filthy as possible at every opportunity, and I preferred playing with insects, so we tacitly agreed to ignore each other for the duration of his stay. Indeed, I hardly noticed when he was shipped off to a farm (yes, a real farm) less than six months later. I felt no sadness at Chester’s departure and I certainly didn't miss him, but every so often it would cross my mind that he was once our dog. Then I would picture him happily chasing livestock and rolling in a pigsty somewhere and think he was well out of it.
