Posted August 7, 2012 10:29 am


I noticed, in Sunday’s Augusta Chronicle, an article on Pet Adoptions.  I’m always glad when animal welfare groups get free publicity.  After all, none of these rescue groups are making any money.  Every penny that comes in goes right back out in the caring of the animals and in finding them wonderful forever adoptive families.

I like adoption.  All of my pets have been adopted.  I’m even adopted.  So, yes, I believe adoption is a great thing.

Let me tell you about my girl, Dusty.   I adopted Dusty when she was a year and a half old.  She’d been abandoned in a box on the side of the road as a puppy. She spent the rest of her youth in a dirty, smelly kennel full of loud, barking  and somewhat aggressive, dogs.  When I first met her, she was painfully shy.  The kennel attendant was very gruff and very adamant that I did NOT want to adopt Dusty.  She was certain that Dusty would never socialize and that I would bring her back.  And I was sure that this sweet girl, cowering at my feet, would never live in those horrific kennel conditions ever again. 

Due to her shyness (and fearfulness), I had to rearrange every piece of furniture in my house so that she could not hide from us.  She was pretty much forced to socialize with me and my other pup, Abbey.

Dusty turned out to be an amazing and devoted dog.  An elderly neighbor once called her “that white dog” although she was more yellow lab than ‘white’ anything.  Perhaps he could see her halo.

Years, love and laughter passed and Abbey and Dusty were a great joy to my life.  In 2006, we moved into a new home with a huge fenced back yard.  The dogs loved it!

One year later, I was diagnosed with a Stage III Colorectal cancer.  A few short months later, so was Dusty (anal gland).  Unbelievable!  My vet could not believe the awful coincidence.  We each had our tumors surgically removed.  I had Dusty in my life for two more years before cancer reared its ugly head again and God called her home at the age of fourteen.  And yet, I would go on to survive my cancer.

Now, believe what you want, but I hope that you see the blessing here as plainly as I did.  Dusty took my cancer.  God asked.  She agreed.  She died.  I lived.

So, adopt.  Adopt them all.  Because you just never know what blessing may be on the other end of that leash.

***Share your adoption stories with me! I love to hear them all!

Until next week, wag on, Augusta!