It seems like it was only yesterday when Silver and Brut made us grandparents on Jan. 2, 2008. Starting at 2:50 in the morning when the first of ten live births begun with Zappa until Fiona was finally born at 9:15 that same morning. In my whole life I have never witnessed such an awesome sight. Zappa was the first Husky, Red was the first white one and Angles was the first black and white one.
Never in my life have I witnessed such a miracle, one after another, ten puppies being born with about a half hour in between each one; while Silver did what she had to do before the next one was to come. I am still amazed to this day the event that happened the morning of Jan. 2, 2008. I just feel so blessed from God that I was able to see the whole thing from beginning until the end. I still can’t describe in words how it made me feel, but I do know that it changed me. I knew I was never going to be the same person I was before. The roots, the humble beginning, where the 24 Paws of Love first came to be.
When you look at the world around that we live in, with so much bad and pain and suffering, it seems people just don’t know how to live. But when you live 24/7 right from the beginning watching a litter of puppies from day one as each one grows in such a short period of time with the interactions between them and the innocents of play, eating, going outside to explore and the team work they all have together, you realize that is the way it suppose to be.
We never had a problem when we wanted to go see Angel and every time we got to her reactions was the same. She would just go crazy knocking me down with kisses. She seemed to be saying, “Thank you so very much for loving me and taking good care of me when I was younger.” I have never had anyone so excited to see me and she reacted like that every time I saw her. You would think that after a two or three years the reaction would change, even just a little bit, but it never did. Even up until the last time we saw her alive, her reaction was just as crazy as the first time.
As I petted her and kissed her one last time then helped put her in her final resting place, I really didn't know what I was feeling. Angel’s parents put her dog sled racing harness on her body and put Angel's own pillow under her head after laying her in the ground. As they were putting the dirt over her I just wanted to shout, “Stop! I want to take her home.” But I didn't Nothing would change what had happened to our little Angel.
As we were riding home I realized that she was gone from the physical world, but that she will always be with us in the spiritual world.
And I think one of the hardest things is that we had the whelping bed in the corner of our bedroom where now is Zappa’s and Fiona’s built in crates is the corner where it all began.
Angel may be gone, but she is still very much alive in spirit, along with Brut, Silver, Zappa, Fiona, Chance and Blaze at the home of the 24 Paws of Love.
to be continued...Thank you for all of your support and comments about our loss. Just to let you all know, dog (and cat) people are the best people in the whole world and I consider you all my best friends. May God Bless You All.