Help Pozega Dogs. [The Fear of Jenny]
Last evening I dined
with Barry and Julie, who are very good friends of mine. I find these occasions to be a little oasis in the
desert of life’s turmoil. Last night was the first time I took a companion with
me and to be precise it was Jenny. If I had given the latter a little
forethought I might have withheld on that twenty mile journey. To give her
comfort with my friendship and loyalty I sat her in the passenger side of my
van. Before I go any further I will take you back in time to the harsh
realities of life.
Through no fault
of her own eight years ago my wife Lorna died at the young age of forty-seven. I
was devastated to learn that for fourteen years I thought I had been watching
her get better to live a full life, when in fact I was watching her life ebb
away from a childhood heart problem. With the help from Barry, Julie and three
other trusted friends I pulled myself from the mire of despair and uncertainty.
Four years later my mother that had been my rock throughout the whole of my
life died, it placed more pressure on me.
I had a white
long haired Alsatian called snowflake that Lorna and I bought for my four daughters
one Christmas. It was my wife’s idea and her ideas were my commands. [You can
see where this is leading] Well would you believe after a year that puppy had
the damn nerve to grow up before their eyes, and for the next thirteen years I paid
her vet fees, food and saw to her exercise? Snowflake died ten months ago of
old age and I swore there would be no more dogs in my life. Barry, Julie’s
husband with one of his uncanny beliefs told me “You will get another Dog.”
It was not long
after Julie acquired Huxley she passed on the link to Help Pozega Dogs. There was
one picture in particular that showed the despair that I knew so well in the
eyes of a dog, it was Jenny. It was strange sensation seeing those eyes looking
back at me. I am a great believer in fate, and destiny and the inevitable
conclusion took place. Those eyes of despair are disappearing and hopefully her
trust in mankind to look after her will return. She has already showed me her
loyalty when at Julies, and it surprised me that she had already bonded with me
in such a short time.
It was during
the journey over to see Julie and Barry I could see what damage thoughtless
mental cruelty had done to Jenny. For the whole of that journey I could see and
sense the fear Jenny was generating. I can only believe from her reaction to
the van journey that the last time she was in that position was probably the
same day as she was abandoned. I will not condemn the person that did this act
of cruelty, but neither will I condone them. They had their reasons for taking
such a desperate measure, and I can only thank them for allowing Jenny to meet
her real destiny here in the UK as my companion.
There are many
Dogs that still need help of one kind or another, and we as the caretakers of
the earth and its future should look after those that are unable to look after
themselves. Donations are just as welcome as a real and genuine person needing
to adopt.
Barry and I are
from different ends of the country, but we were born on the same side of the
street. We both have the same values and hates and both of us were educated in
the University of Life and there is no harder form of education. While sitting
mulling over a glass of wine we debated quite fierce at times religion, politics
and life in general. Our conclusion was there is a god belonging to at least
one religion, the only time politicians are not lying is when they have a mouth
full of food, and the world is still turning on its axis relatively smooth. Now
you can all go to your beds knowing that the status quo is intact.
Be well Ian.
