Well, I went back to the shelter today to see if the three pups were there. They had all three already been adopted. There were lots more new puppies though, sad to say. So . . . I brought home an 8-year old salt & pepper poodle who had been left there AND a 3 month-old small Terrier mix or something.
Something just told me to do it -- that it was the right thing to do. I surely hope so. It's really scary. I hope I haven't totally lost my mind! I've never had two dogs at once in my life!
I "talked" to Hannah about it last night, and when I saw the little old poodle (not nearly as small as Miss Hannah), I thought I'd just have to take her FOR Hannah. Her name is Maggie. My mother's name was Margaret. She's a sweet laid-back middle-aged girl. She brings back some memories of little Hannah. Even though they were both turned in by owners, there was no info on either of them. I don't know if Maggie's owner got sick or what. But I told Maggie that I was missing my little girl Hannah, and that I bet she was missing someone too. Also, I did find out after I had signed the papers to bring these two home that another dog had been turned over with Maggie. It was a precious King Charles Spaniel, or whatever they're called. I had looked at that one very closely too, and if I had known they were together, I would have gotten the two of them instead of the puppy. But the girl at the shelter did say a guy was very interested in that one. I don't know why they didn't have them in the same cage or at least a note saying they were together!
The little puppy is precious. He has huge ears that stand up pretty straight most of the time (kind of like Hannah's in that one picture of her that I posted -- the "wild girl" picture. He's going to be a handful, I think, especially for me. He is very alert and notices everything. He might be good to train to visit kids and nursing homes and stuff like that.
I hope Hannah is not upset. As someone on this site said, it doesn't stop the tears or the pain I still feel for the loss of my Hannah girl. I hope this is just the beginning of my helping homeless animals -- that's my plan. I showed the new dogs Hannah's picture and told them about her. I am going to be "Aunt Marcia," not mommy to these kids. They are following me around a lot and are very happy to be here and they get along amazingly well together.
I bought them some good food and bones and stuff. That made me very sad, because I wished I could be buying them for my baby girl. As I said before, I know there will never ever be another Hannah. I just hope she knows that. I can't believe I did this and she's only been gone a little over two months. I hope I did the right thing by her and for me and for the new ones. I hope it doesn't seem disrespectful to Hannah or anything like that. I've cried several times already just looking at Hannah's picture and thinking about her and being reminded of her. I do still miss her so much, and I do so wish she were still here with me.
On the bright side, I suppose what it really means is that I loved her so and it's been awfully lonely without her, and I want to do something good for her "brothers and sisters" in the world. Another thought I had about the 8-year old is that if, you know, something had ever happened to me before it happened to Hannah, I would, of course, have wanted her to be with someone who would love her and treat her like the little Queen Bee that she was. Like I said, she seems very happy to be here, but I still think she must be sad too.
What do ya'll think? Honestly, I am totally amazed that I did this, but like I said, something just told me it was the right thing to do. Gosh, I'll have to move before too long also, which I had been wanting to get out of this apartment into a house with Hannah so she could have a porch and a yard again. She loved so much to go outside. I still hate the thought though of leaving Hannah's last home and all the little places where she was last. I know I have to keep going in this life and do whatever I'm meant to do here on this Earth. As we all know, life is so short and fragile.
I really look forward to hearing what ya'll have to say. Thanks so much for all of your support for these last almost 10 weeks. I respect your opinions and I know most of you have already indicated you thought it might be a good idea for me to go ahead. I know though, at first, I said it would probably be a very long time before I got another one, and I actually meant, like years! Oh, me, oh me.