A profile photo of Stella. Senior dog, forever dog.

A profile photo of Stella. Senior dog, forever dog.

We spent a good amount of time outside last weekend; temperatures were at or above all-time February highs. We moved out to a corner of the yard to catch the last bit of late afternoon sun, and brought the dog bed out.
When we decided to go inside, Achilles was not ready to leave his spot.

Fitzi invited Achilles to play and Achilles accepted the invitation. By the time I got the iPad booted and camera app started they were winding down; they still danced so quickly that I only captured two blurs.

Gotcha is a word that resonates in the dog rescue world. It denotes adopting a dog. Often the date that a dog is adopted is ‘gotcha day’.
I brought Stella home about 13 years ago. I say about because I can’t remember whether it was today or tomorrow. The specific date does not matter to me. Other things related to bringing her home matter far, far more.
One thing is that her previous owners readily gave her up, entrusting her to my care. Another is that despite (perhaps because of) the seriously challenging trials we went through I refused to give up on her. Or give up on myself. Which leads me to a third thing.
Stella was the right dog at the right time. She was and still is a spirit dog.
Gotcha Stella. Then, today, forever.

Gotcha is a word that resonates in the dog rescue world. It denotes adopting a dog, often the date that a dog is adopted as in ‘gotcha day’.
I brought Stella home about 13 years ago. I say about because I can’t remember whether it was today or tomorrow. The specific date does not matter to me. Other things related to bringing her home matter far, far more.
One thing is that her previous owners readily gave her up, entrusting her to my care. Another is that despite (perhaps because of) the seriously challenging trials we went through I refused to give up on her. Or give up on myself. Which leads me to a third thing.
Stella was the right dog at the right time. She was and still is a spirit dog.
Gotcha Stella. Then, today, forever.

Amid the detritus revealed by melting snow, noble Achilles enjoys a recent mild afternoon.

On a snowy day senior Stella is still ready to take a walk. Here, she relaxes in front of the furnace.

When Achilles sleeps, even his tongue relaxes.

The author Jon Katz writes about the Spirit Dog, a dog that comes into your life when you need it.
Stella was and is a Spirit Dog. She was entrusted to me by people who must have found it difficult to let go of her, yet did let go. Stella and I worked through some challenges, I found purpose and gumption in guiding, training her. We did a lot of work and learned a great deal. We’ve been on quite a journey, which hasn’t ended.

Stella in her favourite place, the dog bed in front of the wall furnace which periodically emits a welcome blast of heat.
