Month: June 2016

Zoe, the rescue from down the block

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“My wife and I  lived on the same block as a woman who had Zoe and another dog.  Zoe was 8 months old and the other dog was 10 years old.

We saw the dogs daily and we befriended their owner.

She was a nurse in her early 20’s who had rescued her puppy with her boyfriend, on a lark when she saw a North Shore Animal League mobile adoption vehicle.

She broke up with her boyfriend, joined nurses without borders and moved out of the city.

About a month after she left the city, she had one of her friends leave a letter with our doorman asking us to call her about her puppy, Zoe.”

Jean Luc, the companion French Bulldog (part 4)

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“Eventually I took Jean Luc to daycare and printed the photos they posted on Facebook.

I put those photographs on my mother’s  mirror.

With Jean Luc, there was always something to talk about with her.

A few days before she died he wouldn’t go on her bed.  He wouldn’t even go in her room.

He was with her as long as she was consciously aware.

After she died and I brought him back to her house he helped me cope.

Snuggling and having Jean Luc around helps fill the hole.”

Jean Luc, the companion French Bulldog (part 3)

“I feel that Jean Luc extended my mother’s life.

When she became bed ridden he sat with her on her bed for hours.

He was this little adorable thing who tried to steal her food, which always entertained her.

She always wanted to know where he was.

He gave her something to think about– wondering where he was and all of his antics.

When I first got Jean Luc, my boss loved him.

He would conduct his business meeting holding Jean Luc like a baby, with his head on his shoulder.

My mother loved those types of stories.”

Jean Luc, the companion French Bulldog (part 2)

“I wanted to keep the whole thing a secret, until I appeared at my mother’s house with the dog, but I couldn’t keep the secret.

When my brother and I went to pick the dog out, and my mother asked where we were going, I spilled the beans.

My mother was so excited.

Jean Luc was the runt of the litter, so he was the smallest and he was also the cuddliest.

My brother thought it was idiotic to get a dog while I was going back and forth to mother’s, but I knew that it was going to make her so happy to have the puppy around.

My mother just loved him.”

Jean Luc, the companion French Bulldog (part 1)

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“Someone I worked with had a French Bulldog that came to the office every day.

That dog and I were good friends, and I realized when I was ready to get a dog, I was going to get a French Bulldog.

My mother got diagnosed with lung cancer and she loved dogs.

Very soon after the diagnosis I was coming back to the city via the Long Island Railroad and there was a guy on the platform with a 14 month old Frenchie.

On the train ride back to NYC I talked to this guy and his dog sat with me.  I asked him where he got his dog and  decided I should call his breeder to see if there were any puppies.

When I found out that there were puppies available I decided it would make my mother really happy, if, when I came to visit I had a puppy or a dog.

I said, ok, I want a dog.”

Diego, the sensitive greyhound rescue (part 4)

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“I filed for separation from my husband a few months after Nutmeg died.

I realized that both Nutmeg and Diego were my guardian angels.

Throughout the stress of divorce and daily life, my dogs have been a grounding force.

They’ve been angelic.

They have wisdom.

Having dogs has centered my focus.

No matter what I am going through, I always have a reason to get up, walk, and feed Diego.

I always have a grounding responsibility that is a privilege.”

Diego, the sensitive greyhound rescue (part 3)

“Nutmeg died in front of Diego and me.  It was painful to watch.

I thought Diego was going to die, too.

He literally shut down.  He stopped eating, going to the bathroom and he wouldn’t move.

It took weeks for him to recover.

I started to feed him home cooked meat and let him lay down anywhere.  The furniture that had been forbidden for the dogs was now welcome for Diego to lay on.

I was willing to do whatever it took to get him back to the living.”

Diego, the sensitive greyhound rescue (part 2)

“Nutmeg went from being malnourished and frightened to learning that she was safe and healthy.

She became a vivacious diva.

She was both regal and goofy.

She had a giant overbite which made her look like a dork.

But, she also looked regal, like something out of European aristocracy (as the greyhounds often look).

I adopted Diego while I still had Nutmeg.

I wanted a baby and my husband (at the time) wasn’t right for the job.  He was neither willing nor capable.

I had more love to give and I rescued another greyhound; Diego.

At first, Nutmeg couldn’t be bothered with Diego, but he has this sweet genuine quality and eventually she gave in.

Diego would stand by Nutmeg, guarding her.

She was his queen.  It was phenomenal to watch.”