Musings of a Dumb Ass

Musings of a Dumb Ass...... She was taken from her mother as a child by strangers and placed into a secure comfortable surrounding where she was provided everything needed to grow into adulthood. By the time puberty came she had her own quarters as did everyone else she knew and her keepers provided her with everything and travel was something not in her realm so she had no questions or desires concerning the outside world. When it came time to get her tattoo identification she didn't resist, and neither did any of her friends as they were being tattoo'd also. To her it seemed perfectly normal. As she matured and it was time, she was required to be impregnated and go through the birth process, as were the rest of the girls she knew, so to her in her world things were still normal. No one knows how many times she went into labor, but after enough years went by her usefulness to those who kept her were of less value and was on the decline in general. She was made available to others who would traffic her to even less scrupulous keepers than she had spent her life with, or if the price was right, possibly to someone in the real outside world. That's where I came in. When I seen her the first time she had just finished her regimen with the doctor and was pronounced in good health though she did lose all her teeth. I had no requirements of her which didn't ease her suspicion of everything in her new world, and she trusted no one. She lived with me for a long time before she started really being comfortable and it seemed that things were going to be great for her after all, then the cataracts came. Her previous life plus advancing age made surgery for her particular predicament not a good option so she had to learn to live with it. As time went on her blindness became complete, but didn't break her spirit. She became very good at getting around the house and the blindness became less and less important, and she became more and more dependant on those in my house and of course we became more and more respectful of her. Through time others from her background came to us and we all grew together as a family. She had enjoyed good health all along but when things changed, it was with a vengeance and in a month she went from going any where she wanted to less and less movement, finally to a lot of bed time, and in the last week to loss of appetite and little movement. In 24 hours she went to no food or liquids and her facial features began changing. Today the pain started and we knew it was time. Annie went peacefully at the vets. She was a two pound Yorkie who spent 11 years as a breeder dog in a puppy mill then rescued and came to our home. We had more than 5 wonderful years with her and will miss her greatly forever. Her lesson to me was strength in life. I hope I can maintain it with as much dignity as she did. God bless Annie............