First I’d like to thank everyone for their unstinting compassion towards me and Carmela these past couple of weeks.
To say there have been some curves along the way is an understatement.
For those of you who may not know, Carmela is a basset hound I’ve been lovingly walking for a little under two years, and the family on a whim, decided to give her away.
Last you knew, I had gone to Brooklyn two weeks ago to find her no more, the maid tearfully telling me she was gone.
The chef came out with Kleenex and a puff pastry to say, she went to a family in Connecticut who has three dogs. My heart broke when I saw her bed and toys no longer where they used to be.
I left in such tears, the commercial being filmed in front of their house in Brooklyn Heights stopped production to see if I was okay.
I wasn’t, I was mewling, but what’s a thin girl to do, but to keep on keepin on.
The following Friday at around 8 at night, I get an email from a lovely, loyal follower who sent me a link with the question: Is this your Carmela?
It was to the Tri-State Basset Hound Rescue site. I wasn’t even going to look thinking, Carm is with a family, it couldn’t be her. Well my curiosity, thank God, got the best of me because lo and behold, who was not in Connecticut with a family and three dogs.
She was actually with a wonderful foster mom named Sharon with about 8, but I’m jumping ahead of my story.
To say I was shocked cannot describe how I felt. A chill ran from my feet to my head, like I was suddenly submerged in ice cold water.
There she was, my Carm, like in a Match.com ad. Head shot, full lengths. Weight…age. I half expected to read, I love to bake, knit and zumba on my day off.
I immediately put in a bid like an over aggressive suitor, but what got my attention were the words on top of the page…ADOPTION PENDING.
I called my friend Chris who has two chihuahuas he’d go to the chair for who said, “Just get her…do what you have to. I’ll pay whatever it is.”
MJ, who found her said, “I’ll drive.”
It was like breaking her out of jail. Then my pal Amy, always the voice of reason said, “Calm down Susannah, just write to them.”
So I did, and did I go for broke. I told them everything, from how we met, to how close we were and how carelessly she was treated at home.
I compare getting her as a puppy, like those who get bunnies on Easter then dump them at the ASPCA when it’s over.
Let’s just say, Carm’s charm crashed fast.
I sent pictures that showed what a loving, sweet dog she is, and they immediately wrote back.
Let me say, the women at Tri-State Basset Hound Rescue are the kindest on earth. Our story, Carmela’s and mine, resonated with these rescue workers who have been keeping me updated on Carmela’s well-being.
Heroes they are, with hearts the size of Venus.
Yes, a couple had already gotten there ahead of me, but after all I’ve learned, they appear to be the perfect parents for our girl…semi-retired with a big yard along with a French Bulldog, so Carm has an immediate four-legged friend. And knowing her as I do, she will be mighty happy since she so loves other dogs.
Her former owners who promised they’d alter her didn’t, but Tri-State did and she came through beautifully.
It’s not exactly the perfect ending for me because I won’t see her again, but I’ll mend, and the most important thing in all of this is, Carmela will be safe and loved like she deserves.
Let’s have a round of applause for my girl who landed squarely on her big, sweet, silly paws.
If anyone would like to make a donation in Carmela’s name please, by all means. And if you do, in the memo section, say it’s on behalf of her because I want Tubes, that little ambassetress of love, to get all the credit.
With much grace and gratitude,