Happy Birthday to Delilah!
Happy Birthday to Delilah! Happy Birthday to Delilah!
Happy Birthday dear Lil Bit....Happy Birthday to you!
Wednesday was Delilah's birthday. She is now 7 years old.
It was three years ago, just before Thanksgiving, that Delilah arrived. Rescued by DFW Pug Rescue and treated by some very generous vets, she had hitched a ride with some great folks who transported her to us here at WOOF... Intended only to be a foster, with us for a short time while she rehabbed from a really rough early life. But something about her...those big round eyes, those early weeks when she was too puny to walk about herself and had to be carried in and out. Maybe it was her enthusiasm for those luxe feather boas she so enjoys wearing. That first time Mother put a collar on her neck and she just seemed to stand taller, so proud to be 'claimed'. The night Mr Eric carried her inside, beaming with pride, because "she kicked...after she went potty, she kicked at the grass, and that takes extra energy so she must be getting stronger..." I don't know what it was exactly, but I do know it wasn't many months before we were 'foster failures'...LOL...and Delilah became my sister, a member of our family.
Delilah's birthday - we decided to mark her arrival day into our lives as her birthday because we didn't know when her real one might have been, and well, I think it was the start of a new life for her anyway - a better life.
And now it is Thanksgiving. Mother has been home sick for several days now and I know she didn't have a lot of opportunity to prepare a special celebration for Lil Bit's birthday or for Thanksgiving. She felt guilty, seeing as how she has a dog store and all and it seems kind of shameful that Delilah didn't even get a new collar, or her favorite - a new bed.
But as I sit here late this night and watch them curled in a chair together, Delilah resting her chin on Mother's leg...I know it's not about the birthday party Bits' didn't have, or the cake or new bed she didn't get. I see Mother reach out and squeeze Delilah a little close every so often, and try to type my dictates without disturbing my little pug sister. I see her rest her hand gently on my brother Douglas's head.
And I know she is thankful for the same things I am...a family. It has been a tough year for so many of us ~ our friends, our clients, complete strangers even. Jobs lost, friends and families parted, health and wealth and faith all surrendered beneath crushing news stories seemingly daily. Bills paid and still more not. Smaller meals, thermostats turned off, shelters filling with companions for whom there just isn't the funding to keep.
It's pretty terrible outside these walls. But this night, well, that's kind of the point. Tonight I am inside these walls, with a sound roof and a full belly. I am surrounded by my younger-but-now-another-year-older sister and my younger brother, Douglas, and our three sibling cats. We are held close, our tummies rubbed and our brows smoothed by gentle hands. Yes, Mother has been sick, and Delilah didn't get anything new for her birthday, but tonight, just as every night these past 3 years, Delilah is loved...and this night I am reminded how great it is to be part of a family. And I cannot think of anything for which I am more thankful than that.
Enjoy your turkeys and your traditions and your football this day. But most of all, enjoy each other, and be thankful for these times you have to be together.
~Wilbur
ps: and if you find yourself with extra room in your homes and hearts, consider adopting another family member....or fostering for just a short while. Love flourishes when shared.
Happy Birthday dear Lil Bit....Happy Birthday to you!
Wednesday was Delilah's birthday. She is now 7 years old.
It was three years ago, just before Thanksgiving, that Delilah arrived. Rescued by DFW Pug Rescue and treated by some very generous vets, she had hitched a ride with some great folks who transported her to us here at WOOF... Intended only to be a foster, with us for a short time while she rehabbed from a really rough early life. But something about her...those big round eyes, those early weeks when she was too puny to walk about herself and had to be carried in and out. Maybe it was her enthusiasm for those luxe feather boas she so enjoys wearing. That first time Mother put a collar on her neck and she just seemed to stand taller, so proud to be 'claimed'. The night Mr Eric carried her inside, beaming with pride, because "she kicked...after she went potty, she kicked at the grass, and that takes extra energy so she must be getting stronger..." I don't know what it was exactly, but I do know it wasn't many months before we were 'foster failures'...LOL...and Delilah became my sister, a member of our family.
Delilah's birthday - we decided to mark her arrival day into our lives as her birthday because we didn't know when her real one might have been, and well, I think it was the start of a new life for her anyway - a better life.
And now it is Thanksgiving. Mother has been home sick for several days now and I know she didn't have a lot of opportunity to prepare a special celebration for Lil Bit's birthday or for Thanksgiving. She felt guilty, seeing as how she has a dog store and all and it seems kind of shameful that Delilah didn't even get a new collar, or her favorite - a new bed.
But as I sit here late this night and watch them curled in a chair together, Delilah resting her chin on Mother's leg...I know it's not about the birthday party Bits' didn't have, or the cake or new bed she didn't get. I see Mother reach out and squeeze Delilah a little close every so often, and try to type my dictates without disturbing my little pug sister. I see her rest her hand gently on my brother Douglas's head.
And I know she is thankful for the same things I am...a family. It has been a tough year for so many of us ~ our friends, our clients, complete strangers even. Jobs lost, friends and families parted, health and wealth and faith all surrendered beneath crushing news stories seemingly daily. Bills paid and still more not. Smaller meals, thermostats turned off, shelters filling with companions for whom there just isn't the funding to keep.
It's pretty terrible outside these walls. But this night, well, that's kind of the point. Tonight I am inside these walls, with a sound roof and a full belly. I am surrounded by my younger-but-now-another-year-older sister and my younger brother, Douglas, and our three sibling cats. We are held close, our tummies rubbed and our brows smoothed by gentle hands. Yes, Mother has been sick, and Delilah didn't get anything new for her birthday, but tonight, just as every night these past 3 years, Delilah is loved...and this night I am reminded how great it is to be part of a family. And I cannot think of anything for which I am more thankful than that.
Enjoy your turkeys and your traditions and your football this day. But most of all, enjoy each other, and be thankful for these times you have to be together.
~Wilbur
ps: and if you find yourself with extra room in your homes and hearts, consider adopting another family member....or fostering for just a short while. Love flourishes when shared.
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Well said Wilbur.
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