June 8, 2004 we went to get a young dog, not a puppy, but 6 months
to a year.
While going through the facility we came across a cage with the cutest dog ever, separated from the rest of the adoptable animals.
When I asked why this cutie was alone, we were told that it was going to be put down.
"Why?" I asked. This animal is too aggressive and has been brought back twice. It's too mean and nasty. Vicious.
We couldn't have that, so I begged, pleaded even threatened until they relented and let us rescue this 3 to 4 year old. We practically signed our lives a way to get 'Dharma', the name the previous owner had given her.
However, she did not look like a Dharma.
We hadn't picked a name yet, I thought of calling her Smidgeon, but
my neighbor across the street thought I said Smidgit. I loved it.
From then on she was "The Vicious Smidgit".
The first week was horrible. Poppy had gone out of town and I was
left with a new baby who hated me.
She'd bit me a few times, but I passed it off of her not being used to
her new home.
The Saturday that Poppy came home, I had put my laundry on the bed so I could fold and put away.
I reached for something and Smidgit lunged at me, grabbed me by
the area under my eye and hung on. I panicked. I hit her off me, hard. She hit the bed, hit the floor, hit the wall and yelped.
I was so shaken that I left the room.
Told Poppy that he had to take me to the Dr. where I had 6 stitches
in the corner of my right eye.
when I got home, I told my hubby that we had to take her back.
I called the facility but they said I'd have to wait until Monday.
As I was sitting on the couch, in tears, seems to be a habit right now,
watching TV, I felt something warm and wet on my ankle.
It was The Vicious Smidgit, not so vicious licking my foot.
From that day on, she became our Little Girl.
She's made us so happy that I can hardly believe she's gone.
I hate it.
Ebbing tides of sorrow break,
Over those who will seek but ease.
The hearts and souls and minds that ache,
Waiting for the wind called peace.
The love that came from up above,
Was sent with them to us to teach.
Mission complete, took back his loves,
Now we wait for the wind of peace.
They brought His word to us to learn,
Now they fly on wings of iridescent hue,
A silverwolf was sent to me,
Who now flies with wings of blue.
So learn you well the word of love,
Even tho when gone you feel no ease.
When he takes them back above,
And leaves you searching
for the wind called peace.
aka Don Dade
Light a candle in Smidgit's memory, for a sick, abused, or special needs furbaby,
or perhaps just someone who needs a prayer and a candle lit.