She's not actually mine, but I'm doing research for my sister since she will probably want to keep raising yorkies after falling in love with this pup. I'd also help her out in case she ever needed her dogs to undergo major medical treatments.
What I truly enjoy doing is helping stray dogs. My first rescue was a wolfhound whose owner died and no one came to claim him (I think he had no family or wasn't in touch with them any more since he spent his christmas in the porch of his house alone with his dog). I barely knew that man, but it broke my heart to watch how his dog kept waiting in front of his house for his owner after the ambulance took him away. Thankfully it didn't took long for a loving family to accept him in their home, and he has been showered with love by 2 girls ever since a year ago.
What I love the most about dogs is that they live for the moment. No matter what they have went through, all of them enjoy getting love and giving it back, even if it were only for a short time before they passed away, so I believe that from now on I should stop getting worried so much about health issues and just do the best I can to return the love they have given me so far.
I think that I've just been projecting my fear of losing my mom due to breast cancer on my dogs. It's been a harsh couple of years for us, but thankfully she has come across a treatment that has kept her from being in a bad shape, to the point where most people don't even suspect her of having cancer. It was really horrible to go with her to her chemos because some of the poor women there were so young and already losing their battle to cancer, so unlike my mom they will probably never get to see their children grow up. |