Just Precious!

 
Let me introduce you to Precious.

Several years ago, when moving home from Arkansas, I went to the local Humane Society to find a cat. You see, living in the country, a cat is an essential element to keep the rodents under control.

However, while waiting to view the cats, I went into the dogs, which were numerous. I truly hate that folks don't understand the meaning of getting them spayed or neutered. It's truly sad seeing them in cages, although clean and kept and fed properly, it's still sad, nonetheless.

All of them looked so pitiful. Then the "sales pitch" started...yes, as with all my babies, they didn't have the easiest of beginnings...especially Precious.

I really don't remember the gender of the person who first directed me to Precious, telling me all about her.

She had apparently been rescued from a street in a bad section of town. She was just a mere puppy who suffered extreme abuse. They weren't certain if she would live considering all of the injuries she had.

Her bottom jaw was broken with several teeth missing. One of her ears had been ripped off. Her front shoulder had been broken, and couldn't be repaired, so walking, running was a grievous task. One of her legs had been twisted and her front feet stepped on, flattening them.

She had been in the kennel the longest with her time coming up for DESTRUCTION. No they didn't say that word, but they had tried to find her a home and no one would take her.

So that she wouldn't be alone, they had put another puppy in with her, black with white markings, named Tug. He too, was coming near his "TIME'S UP" sentence. No they didn't use that wording either.

I informed them that I would have to ask my husband before I could give them an answer. Upon leaving the shelter, I called him and he said, "Well, go back and get them! Don't let them put her down."

"Well, what about Tug?"

"Get him too!"

To which I immediately turned around and rescued these wonderful babies. They are two of the most intelligent and sweetest babies ever. In fact, Precious lays under my feet while I sit and write this blog. She never strays away from me and she runs and plays with Tug all the time. They are so wonderful and I am so blessed to have them both.

Oh, I almost forgot...the cat? A couple of weeks later, upon arriving home from a grocery run, there she was, Tinkerbelle. Solid black and full of life, a tiny kitten either dumped or wandered up, which I doubt, as she was so very tiny. Talking about a great mouser, WOW! Did we ever luck out, as well as did my babes, Precious, Tug-a-bug and Tinkerbelle.