A Dog Gets A Second Chance.

A happy end.

I heard about it on Saturday. A sort of sad and nice bit of news. Sad because someone had died unexpectedly of a heart attack but also because someone had stepped up to the plate and done a fabulous deed.

Deaths seem to be less abstract in a small village compared to the anonymity of a big city, but as sad as they are, most of the time I try to visualize the person and how they were. This man was only known to me in passing but I knew he had a dog. Yes, a dog who has now lost his daddy. Only two options on the horizon for him. Pound or lodging with a friend.

Well, I heard on Saturday that a neighbour had adopted this dog without any hesitation. Nice. Nicer still because she is living alone and had been too apprehensive to get a dog of her own despite wanting one. Often her neighbour and and others had encouraged her to get a rescue dog but she hadn't been ready. Until now.

This morning I went to visit them. All agog and excited I couldn't wait to see them together. And what a treat it was to see them getting to know each other. She is giving her heart and soul to this little creature ( although he is an older canine of 13 years ) doing everything to make him comfortable and less sad.

She wants to help this dog but in fact I tend to think that this dog is helping her overcome those irksome bouts of loneliness living alone brings. The two of them have set up a nice routine that involves many wonderful walks each day, plenty of culinary treats and many long chats on the veranda. When I jokingly told her that now she could watch scary movies again with her canine protector by her side, she said that she doesn't have time for TV as it is much nicer to sit with her dog and rediscover the niceties of life through his eyes.

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