They’re giving away Carmela, and sadly, not to me.
For those of you who don’t know, Carmela is a basset hound I’ve been walking and loving for well over a year. To say she’s the light in my life is putting it casually.
She’s been acting out for the past month because of the baby visiting from Holland who’s got everyone’s undivided attention.
First of all, she’s not fixed so right there she’s hormonally hysterical. Try remembering when you were bursting into puberty. You’d hump a pillow and spend an awful lot of time in your room with a sign on the door…I’d knock if I were you.
I’ve gone to see her in Brooklyn faithfully every week since the beginning of the year when they moved from my neighborhood. When I say it’s the highlight of my week, I’m not kidding often writing about it.
When they first told me she ate a chair and the landlord now wants three thousand more dollars as security my first instinct was to say, “I’ll take her,” knowing OMG, this will turn my already chaotic, unsteady life up about 50 notches.
The father, who I’ve always liked, said he would make my proposal to his wife when she returns from Rome. I had said my one fear was money and without any hesitation said, “We will take care of that and have her fixed.” I said I’d keep her until they went home to Argentina for good in November, not the best thing for me since in 6 months I’d be even more attached, but it was a way to help my girl who stood next to me like I was her lawyer.
Animals mean the world to whomever has them usually, and they have had her for two years. They’re a family with means…the mere idea they will just give her up takes my breath away.
The next time I went the son, the baby’s father, said they decided I wasn’t the best choice. They want her to be with a family. I think the mother came home and said, pay her? I don’t think so. Not the most generous people they are, and it was going to be for food and the vet, God forbid she needed one. I wasn’t asking for a salary.
The son was kind, promised until they found the best place she would stay where she was. He hugged me warmly when I started to cry.
My heart has been broken so many times in my life it’s held together by epoxy. But in all my years, it has never been broken quite like this. I feel gutted like a trout, sliced down the middle.
I’ll admit, I felt nervous taking her, but when I saw her eyes after she licked my face hello I said…that’s it, I’m bringing her home, just to be told the offer is now off the table.
I have so much going on right now: health issues, money problems, but they don’t come close to losing Carmela. November was far away and I know better than anyone, things change and nothing ever arrives or departs quite the way we imagine, but this was unforeseen. I knew eventually we would part but I’m simply not ready.
Our animals deserve our love and loyalty, and if they screw up we need to help, not make it worse by abandoning them.
I believe if she was fixed she’d calm down and all she’s asking for anyway, is a little love, like all of us.
The baby leaves at the end of the month, and what I wanted to scream to these people is, she’s trying to get your attention. You’re ignoring her because of the baby…this is why she’s snacking on furniture.
You don’t have to be the Dog Whisperer to get this.
And to her credit, she did get it, but now banished to God knows where.
I am very sad over this.