Strong Roots

I just looked at Google Earth to see the tree our neighbors planted for my dog 15 years ago and can’t even find it. I think the haters in the neighborhood planted many around it so no-one would know it was from someone who loves dogs, cats, nearly everything.

A guy in the neighborhood and I had a pact that I’d rescue anything canine or feline, and he’d take in and find owners of anything avian or reptilian, and it worked well. We were on speed dial. I think here people shoot and are asked questions later.

All the trees looked happy and healthy from the above ground view but I can’t pick out Chani’s tree and will have to go there to water it and leave a flower in her memory. Perhaps play Nat King Cole’s “Smile” because she always made me smile and I wanted to play that at her “funeral” when we all placed a cup of water on her tree.

Strong roots, family and helping others in need is always what I do. My dog died 15 years ago. Our new one is 11 and really wants to go to bed. She’s a Superhero called “The Sleeper” and has to start fighting pet crimes in her sleep.

The first was abused by a deputy sheriff and didn’t like uniforms or caps. This one, my dear pup Zoe, seeks out postal workers because she loved Lynn, who still works in the neighborhood and I run into her from time to time at the grocery store. Anyone in blue, Zoe may run up to greet you. Good stories, Dee

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One response to “Strong Roots

  1. Lynn was here yesterday, unfortunately just filling in for a guy on vacation. It didn’t look like her, with shorter and curly hair so Zoe the dog and I walked by. Lynn called out and petted Zoe. She’s still delivering mail in the neighborhood certain hours and Zoe always looks for those postal uniforms. What a difference a puppy makes (11.5 years now) than a shelter dog abused by a man in uniform and neighborhood kids. My old girl got over both but I hate that she had to be kicked and have rocks thrown at her and was in a shelter for a year. Zoe was there for two days, born in a hovel and so sick but they still spayed her at five weeks of age. Shame on them. She has had a good home since she was six weeks old. We will stay with her as she ages and be with her at her passing.

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