Dear Darcy, A Letter To A Rescue Dog

Dear Darcy, A Letter To A Rescue Dog

Dear Darcy,

You changed my life back in July 2015. I saw you on Facebook and something just happened to me.

I didn’t even know that I wanted another dog.

People were always sending me pictures of dogs desperately needing a home. My heart went out to every one of them but I made excuses in my head.

I didn’t want to upset the settled equilibrium of my two dogs.

I wasn’t in the very best place financially

It would be hard to take three dogs on holiday

The list went on, so I did the sensible thing and resisted

After all,

There would be someone better than me out there

So,

In a way, I was being kind to them.

Right?

Then it all changed when I saw your face.

The thing is, a very cute mini dachshund like you had people begging to give you a home. Your photos were followed by comments of ‘Please can I have him he’s so cute!’

I knew the rescue lady,… she wasn’t responding to the barrage of requests.

Why?

Something didn’t add up!

I found myself lifting the phone.

After a few niceties, I found myself saying ‘What’s the story behind the mini dachsie? bells are ringing here!”

The lady took a deep breath ‘Ahhhh Dappy’

And so it began.

You had previously had five different owners including foster homes. You were an ex-stud dog, kept outside and taken to the vet to be put to sleep when your services were no longer required.

I waited patiently, there had to be more.

Then it came.

You had bitten several times, including someone’s face. You had attacked a cat so badly he nearly lost his eye.

I remember this conversation so clearly, for some reason, I was sitting on the kitchen floor at the time.  The next words hit me hard.

“He’s virtually unrehomeable Lou”

Wow, 2 years old and unrehomeable!!!

I wanted to offer you a last chance saloon, but first, the other half had to agree and we discussed you for hours. The little bit that we knew about you worried us, but you had used up all your chances.

What was the very worst thing you could do?

Bites heal, scars fade. You were six inches tall, what real damage could you do?

The next day you arrived.

I loved you from the second I saw you.

I changed that horrible name you came with.

I felt bad, you came with nothing in the whole world except a name that you didn’t respond to.

I made you my Mr. Darcy

Oh, what a good boy you were in those first weeks. You really excelled yourself, showing off, being cuddled, trotting outside when you needed to.

Everyone loved you!

I never really took my guard down with you and warned people that you were unpredictable and should never be trusted… but even I got caught out.

Remember when I plumped the cushion before bed?

You thought I was attacking it.

So you attacked me.

When I absentmindedly picked up a toy without thinking who it belonged to?

It was yours.

You sunk your teeth into my hand.

What about when I bought you a lovely bed with a soft blanket?

You wee’d on it.

So I washed it.

You wee’d on it again.

You wee’d on my chair, my clothes, anything new that came into the house.

You weren’t happy until you had wee’d on EVERYTHING!

Then there are the walks.

You get to the top of the street and decide you don’t want to go any further.

What if the house is burgled when you are not there?

What if it is struck by lightning or set on fire?

When you are not there

You must go back..RIGHT NOW!

For a little dog, you have a big voice. No one comes to your house without an invite. The squirrels and pigeons laugh when you bark at them.

But that will never stop you.

Whilst we are being honest sometimes I would like to wear a cardigan, dressing gown coat etc without you climbing inside it. It can be rather restrictive and glues me to one spot.

I know that you think it is the cosiest, safest, warmest place on Earth

Secretly I love it too!

But not every hour of every day.

I want to tell you all the things that I love about you too, it’s not right to talk about just the bad things.

I love your warm little body and the sight of your bum waddling away. I love the look of sheer delight on your face when I give you a treat and you sprint away with it to enjoy by the fire. I love it when you sigh with contentment just before falling asleep. I love that you want to protect me and you want me to belong to just you.

It wouldn’t be the same without you.

Quieter though.

Fewer arguments, if I’m honest.

Life would be easier, but more lonely.

I want to tell you a few things that would make your life so much better.

“It’s time to relax, I will never hurt you and I will never let anyone else hurt you. You are not responsible for this house and everyone in it. You don’t have to urinate on something to make it yours, we are happy to share and so should you. If we leave you with your sister for a few hours, we always come back, there is no need to worry. The most important thing is that you learn to trust me unconditionally. I know those bad things happened to you and that is why you hold back….but you are safe now!

I wish you could tell me what has happened to you to make you such an anxious boy. Together we could work things out and make things better.

Questions bombard me.

What were you like as a puppy? Did anyone ever love you? How much of your past life can you remember? Do you miss someone? Were you ever cold or hungry?

I will never know.

But..

Everything’s fine now.

Mum xx

Letter to a rescue dog darcy

Additional Reading

Rescue Dogs, What You Need To Know Before Adoption

All About Fostering Rescue Dogs

 

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  6 comments for “Dear Darcy, A Letter To A Rescue Dog

  1. John Jilek
    18th January 2019 at 9:58 pm

    Wow, sounds almost like a carbon copy of what I’ve gone through a few times or should I say many times. After 17 rescues, and having 12 at one time, I’ve had a few that were very difficult and I almost gave up. But I didn’t. I am glad now that I never gave up on them.I miss them and I would give everything if I could have them back but that will have to be in the next life. Age and health conditions make it more difficult and I thought about not getting more dogs but I guess I’ll always have dogs as long as possible. I would miss them too much.

    • waggytalesdogblog
      19th January 2019 at 12:09 am

      It can be hard, there is no doubt but I will never give up. There has to be people like you who will give a last chance because it’s never the dog’s fault. I dread not being able to have a dog at home, I would be so lonely. They are great companions. Thank you for your comment John.

  2. Laura
    18th January 2019 at 10:56 pm

    You have done an amazing job with him. He still has his little ways but he is a content little man. Xx

    • waggytalesdogblog
      19th January 2019 at 12:12 am

      Thank you, I do my best but there’s a long way to go. He can be testing, as you well know 🙂

  3. 19th January 2019 at 12:05 pm

    This about brought me tears. If dogs could only talk to us so we could understand each other. I wonder about his past. I hate what puppy mills are doing to these animals and wonder why the government still isn’t stopping them. It makes me so angry. I’m glad he has a good home now though. ♥️ Thanks for sharing this.

    • waggytalesdogblog
      19th January 2019 at 7:26 pm

      Thank you Mischenko, every day is a challenge with Darcy but he is so worth it! xx

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