24/08/2025
Approximately 13 yrs ago I rescued 2 puppies, both boys and both clinging to each other. Now I assumed they were brothers as they were in the same spot and looked about the same size. Anyway, I picked them up, took them home and began the journey along the road to getting them adopted.
Through everything they were always together but they had vastly different personalities. I knew I had to find one home so I can keep both of them together.
After enough searching, a home was found that wanted both boys. The home was secure, the boys would be safe and loved here. I have them my usual pep talk and wished them well in their new home. I did follow ups for the next few months to ensure all was well and they were settling in...everything was good.
Fast forward to two years down the road and I get a call from their owner...panic sets in... did something happen to them ?? After I answered and enquired on them and was told they are good etc I could breathe again. Now I was confused, if all was well why the call? I waited as the owner carried on the conversation and then it came..... he wanted to return the dogs. Pure confusion sets in but I didn't hesitate to say "sure" because at the end of the day I will always take them back. So I ask what was the problem thinking someone acting out or caused some damage... but he said "oh no they dont give any trouble...I just dont want them anymore because I am going to get a Shepherd so I dont want these anymore".
The sheer rage that was in me and the restraint I held was legendary. ...but I had to hold ... I had to get back my babies and didn't want to enrage him before he just dumped them off. The next day I went for them. Once I saw them and instant recognition set it, tails were wagging and I knew they would be ok. Packed them in the car and headed home. I never felt so broken as I did that day. I kept questioning everything....how could they do this? ...after 2 years in your home did they feel nothing for you ? ...did they ill treat you over the years? ...did you know love? .... full blown tears all the way home.
As I got home and let them out, I looked at them and said "never again ... you aren't going anywhere... you will stay with me"....and stay they did ... until now.
On the 12th August one brother died, he was ill and it was expected. Since then the other brother was not the same. He refused to eat. Kept to himself. I had to force some meds and nutrients in him but it was always a task. He didn't even want to come to me as he usually does instead he always stayed far away.
Then last night as I went to feed my gremlins, I found him, right by the gate as he would usually be to wait for me ... dead. He grieved and had to be with his brother but he couldn't have me looking for him, so he came to me one last time.
He was always the defender while his brother was the quiet one so I knew he couldn't leave him in the afterlife undefended.
My boys, it was a privilege to care for you both, to rebuild the trust lost in humans and help you to love again. Rest in peace sweet babies...mommy loves you as always 💔🐶💔🐶💔