Got some sad news. My little Bishon friend is moving to Atlanta rather than Connecticut where there was hope we’d see each other again. Her dad has gotten a job there, so they will be gone by the end of the month.
My heart is heavy losing another four-legged friend.
Tallulah Patterson showed up on the heels of losing Carmela like a mini EMS worker with a white, waggy tail.I’m not sure if anyone realizes just how heartbroken I was over that. Carmela came into my life at the onset of my hearing loss when I was at my most bewildered. Here was this sweet, silly basset hound puppy who loved me as is, no questions asked. She was the one bright spot in my life during a very dark time.
When she was given away to an alleged family in Connecticut, turning out not to be true, it was one of the hardest things to accept, especially knowing, I would have gladly taken her myself. My friend MJ, whose savvy sense sensed something wasn’t right, found Carmela online up for adoption.
The place they took her to turned out to be an organization of pure grace: Tri-State Basset Hound Rescue, angels for all those with fat feet and floppy ears.
My girl is with a lovely couple who adore her, with a big backyard and a brother…a French bulldog named Melvin, that happens to be Bill Hick’s middle name…an omen of sorts…so she, as I’ve written, landed on her big, sweet paws.
I on the other hand, had to get over my loss, so who moves in next door not more than 48 hours after no more Carm?
Her parents, the sweetest couple in their 20s, living dolls from Indiana, became instant friends sharing her with me like it was the most natural thing in the world.
In no time I had their key to go get her whenever they weren’t home where we’d visit, take long, lolling walks in the park and spend time reading in bed.
And I’ll admit, it wasn’t love at first sight for me, Carmela being a hard act to follow, but she crept into my heart stealing it forever. See, Tallulah, unlike Carmela who was high maintenance, took care of me. I’d tell everyone as she pulled me along, she was power walking never needing water, treats and rarely engaging with other dogs. An occasional dachshund, but she just might have had a thing for Germans, you know how us girls are.
For a little under a year she was a main event in my life.
As I told my friend Chris Mazzilli, she was clearly put there to help me heal, and now it’s come to a close. We are no longer neighbors, the key returned. To their credit, Brevin and Jordan, Tallulah’s parents, separated from me with ease, as did Tallu-la-loo. I saw her one day in the park, and she was very glad to see me, as was her dad, but there was no sadness, just a moment of happy recognition which, in a perfect world, is truly how things should be.
Nothing lasts forever, so I thank these three special souls, from the bottom of my heart…
especially you Snowball, for being there when I truly needed a friend.