Six years ago, Melvin got me. He sent his powerful mindwaves across several states and jedi-mind-tricked me into looking at the rescue-site one last time before making my adoption choice. (The rescue group I got Melvin from requires you to meet at least three dogs before you decide. Melvin ended up being #4.) I logged on to the interwebs, I saw him and that was it. HIs rescue of me was official.
He may have been a hot mess but I was no prize. Max was nearing the end, I’d had a year of health challenges. I was desperate to move forward. I think that’s why Melvin picked me. He thought, ‘hey, I have a lot of energy, I can and will pull her kicking and screaming (literally) into the next chapter of life. She’ll be my living rickshaw.”
In six years we have dealt with more health issues than a small village could have. I have laid on the vet’s floor with him more times than I care to count. We have romped, and wagged and cried and one of us lost a tail. We have growled at each other, leaned on each other and glanced at each other 40 billion times. There was a lot of drool. I have watched him transform from spazzy to soulful. From fearful to a love-craving fool. I watched as he searched for Max, long after Max died and I was there as he made room for Jake. My heart has become full from just knowing him.
I will never love another dog the way I love Melvin. That is how it should be. Unique, unconditional love. He is perseverance, he reminds me that happiness is a choice. He is the perfect balance of kind, goofy, love and joy. He is the dog that makes someone be a dog person. I promise him understanding as he continues to age, I know he will give me the same.
If he could write his own post I think he’d sum it up like this… She feeds me and she smells like love. I choose her, forever.
Happy 6th my boy!