One bright sunny morning I got a frantic call from the guy who delivers dog food. A family dropped their 7 year old chiuaua to the kennel promising to come back for him in three days.
Three days turned into two weeks and it was growing increasingly clear that the phone calls were never going to be returned. There will never be a hello for Ceeko at the end of that line. The sunshine suddenly felt a little less warm.
Concern was rapidly weaving its web, and wrapped all who came across. Mission not-impossible was to find Ceeko a new set of walls, still warm from the love they exuded. That’s when I came across a Dog Angel called Anisha, in the form of my casting colleague. She went to meet Ceeko, there was hope against odds. I could hear the wind whisper this winter.. come fall in love.
And she did!!! Ceeko the little shaken, runny nosed, dejected, one-eyed bag of badly cut fur had a new home. But wait; there was Cleo at the other end, who may have a problem with sharing his attention of smugglies. Two days and hours of bum sniffing later, Cleo and Ceeko seem to be accepting each other’s presence. Ceeko’s learning to get less apprehensive about the attention being showered, is emerging from under the bed, gives a half tooth smile in between naps, has taken to food and is just about snuggling into anything he can begin to call home.
The sun seems bright again. But not warmer then the Doggy Angel . A big Woof woof to you girl!
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