"Gods might note the fall of a sparrow, but they don't make
any effort to catch them."
- Terry Pratchett.
10 days ago i came home and found 7 new lives invading mine. an18 month old cockapoo and her 6 babies. i played the grumpy put out hubby game. as i always do. But thats always a game. It is expected because we both know my little boy heart is screaming PUPPY PUPPY PUPPY OHBOY OHBOY OHBOY. We also played the lets name em game. A game because we have both been through this before. these little guys need to find a home. if you name them they become real and loved and it sucks to see them go. So they just became the puppies. Momma we named bonny, short for ebony. An 18 month old dog surrendered to the pound because the owner couldn't deal with that many dogs. let alone be bothered to get hers fixed. So she dumped them at a shelter and didn't even bother to tell anyone the dogs name. So Bonny and the puppies come to live with us. thats what we do.
Last night Bonny and 3 of her babies died. The other 3 are at the vet and it doesn't look good. It is parvo. A totally preventable disease, but a nasty one when it isnt. I'm not going to preach here about how this happened or why. I'm not informed enough on the disease or the background of the puppies. Suffice it to say its all kinds of fucked up and shouldn't have happened. I'm also not writing this to show off my skills at pathos or poetry. thats for others smarter and more qualified than I am. yes my hearts all kinds of broken. puppy love is instant and unyielding. so yes i fell in love with all of them. right now the little guys that are at the vets arent fighting for their lives. that would require more selfishness than a puppy comprehends. they are scared and cold and just want their mommy.
I'm writing this because for the short time these guys were with us. they mattered. That is important to me. some will say oh well puppies die every day. Well yes they do. and some of them probably didn't get a chance to matter but these did. they did their puppy jobs. they brought joy, laughter and the unbridled enthusiasm that only a puppy can have and share. they got to matter, they got to experience love. Thats important. people ask me all the time "why do you guys do this?" well we do this so little lives can matter. so that they aren't fed on an assembly line in a cold shelter. So that the little obligatory pets they get aren't from jaded community service workers who move on to the next puppy and give it the exact same cuddle. We do this so they can matter. So for 10 days these little guys mattered, They made my house a happier place. They did their puppy best and can go to where ever puppies go and wag their tails high and proud, because they did their job. so even through angry hindsight and self pitying grief, i can look back at them for what they were and say they mattered. I can remember them terrorizing the wolf hound or "getting" me as i laid on the floor. Even for the short time they got to live on this planet, they mattered.
So even if its just some obscure blog there is one place that they mattered. They mattered to us and thats important.
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