For the dog that changed everything - My Joy


At the beginning of our journey together a friend of mine found an article and shared it with me. At the time I was very grateful for a few words encouragement and the simple reminder to be positive because Joy was quite the handful. I still keep the newspaper clipping on my  refrigerator. 

I had no idea of the long road we had ahead. I knew when I met her she was something special. But what I underestimated was how much she would teach me. 







I had decided somewhere along the way that I was going to help Joy. For a little while I thought that was exactly what I was doing, helping. At some point it became obvious that as much as I was giving her a roof over her head and exposure to the world that she found so scary - she was teaching me so much more; patience, understanding, compassion, acceptance.


I've been sitting on her adoption announcement for a few months now because we had to make sure it was really going to stick. I have this weird superstition when it comes to dogs in homes that if you make a huge deal out of it too soon something isn't going to go well. So I stayed quiet a lot longer than I normally do. 

As a foster you meet the animal at a time when they've recently lost everything or have been through a series of events that you are unaware of - they may have been bad, they may have been good - none of us really know. Sometimes I feel like you are acting as a halfway house for wayward animals. They aren't badly behaved, there is nothing wrong with them - they just need a little guidance and support to get them back on track. When you foster, you see and love the animal in a way that you're not sure everyone can see yet, but you can see their potential. You only hope that someone comes along and sees them the same way you do. Everyday when Joy would do something that completely surprised me I always exclaimed "THIS is what I wish people could see in her!" She has a spirit and a gratitude that is very hard to explain. Joy doesn't love everyone and she certainly had her issues but when you earn that trust from her - her bond to you is magical. It's different from any other animal I've ever met.



There was always that part of me that never felt like she was my own. Not that I love her any less but there was always a feeling that I couldn't give her everything she needed. I could only help her for so long in her recovery and that was often very apparent. Of course, I would have kept her in my care as long as she needed but at the end of the day I just knew that there was someone who could see passed her issues and love her the way I did - and hopefully even more. 

I can't exactly tell you the chain of events that led to her happy home. All I can really recall is that I was an emotional nutball. I was anxious and nervous and worried. I doubted everything and everyone who tried to talk about her - because really, no one knew her like I did! But I had to let go and I had to trust in the process. 

Before I knew it the stars had aligned and Catalina walked through the doors of the pet adoption center. Joy was home. Her name is now Lola. But I'll always know her as my little Joy. 



For those of you who didn't follow our journey together you can follow this link for old posts about Joy. 

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