When I adopted Chloe from the Buddy Dog Humane Society back in January 2000, I didn’t know a lot about her…about her first family that is. Privacy issues and all that. Even though I was a volunteer there, the shelter is very careful about who knows what information.
I did know she was a mixed breed, billed as a cockapoo, although she really looked as though someone shrank a Wheaton Terrier; Her face and beard were even trimmed like a Wheaton. I always assumed she was Poodle (smart!) and Wheaton Terrier . She had that terrier attitude and strong will; oftentimes, you could just see her looking at you and you could bet she was thinking, “You want me to do what??” That was part of who she was and why she was so incredibly special and integrated into our lives. Chloe was never on the sidelines, never an observer; she was an active participant in our group of three that lived together for over 13 years.
I also knew she had come from a family that had kids and that her family was undergoing change of some sort that was the reason for her surrender to Buddy Dog. Living place, marriage/divorce, a death in the family. I didn’t know what, but could glean that was part of the surrender decision.
Some years after we adopted Chloe, I was at the shelter (still volunteering), and one of the staff mentioned to me they had received an email from a boy who was in Chloe’s first family. He had written to Buddy Dog because he understood one of the volunteers had adopted Chloe. He wanted to know if she was still ok and still living with the same family. Because of privacy, all the shelter would tell him was that Chloe was still living with the same volunteer who had adopted her and was doing fine.
I asked to have his contact information so I could share her with him, but they had deleted the email. I felt so badly for this boy who probably came home from school to find his beautiful dog gone forever.
And so, this child I never met and never knew became “Chloe’s Little Boy”.
As the years went by, and Chloe turned 16, I renewed my efforts to find her Little Boy. I desperately wanted to share our special dog with him in the last years of her life. I never found him.
If, by some chance, he should read this, I want him to know we treasured Chloe and gave her everything she could have ever wanted or needed. Rob worked from home, so Chloe was rarely by herself. The few times we went away, we took her to her own doggie resort where she had an acre of fenced yard and other dogs to romp and play with. She was our girl, and we gave her everything you would give an adored child.
To Your Dog’s Good Health!