On my birthday in 2005, I went to the doctor and was given bad news… the diagnosis; ‘Lupus.’ My life changed in that very instant. The unimaginable happened and I was no longer able to work. As life would have it, I was automatically retired.
My daughter had 2 pure bred Pomeranians, whom I adored. Every time she visited from Connecticut, I thought to myself I have to get me my own adorable Pomeranian. I knew when I retired that it was a forgone conclusion that I was going to get a one, so when I was diagnosed with Lupus my retirement came a little earlier than I expected, but retired I was. Thus began the hunt for my very own furry baby.
I kept checking my local shelters week in and week out and on November 2, 2006 I saw a posting for a young Pomeranian. My prayers had been answered. I had been waiting for my husband to come home to tell him the great news… and that wait seemed like a week in itself. My husband did come home and the minute he did we headed straight to the shelter to meet what I could only imagine was the sweetest baby.
Upon arrival I was given directions to find her cage… which was no small task. She was surrounded by so many large dogs and looked very frightened by all the barking as we entered the kennel. I knelt down to see if I could coax this shaking bundle of red fur over to me so I could see her, but she ran to the cage door with a cry to be let out.
I’ve never seen a dog shake so violently! She was absolutely terrified. She calmed down a bit and I was able to get permission to take her out for a walk… to see if we were compatible. The walk went well and they decided I needed to spend some one on one time with her in an empty classroom. The one on one time gave us a chance to get to know each other better. She wasn’t as interested in the toys or the room as she was in curling up in my lap.
I spoke with a kennel associate who happened to have been her foster mom for the 4 months since Roxy’s arrival at the shelter. Roxy was a stray who had been picked up by the Animal Control Officer. The shelter staff estimated that she was about 6 months old and was infested with fleas and ticks, so many in fact her gums were white… she wasn’t expected to survive the night . Her foster mom, Melissa, brought her home that night and slept with her in her recliner, fully expecting her to pass in her arms. Roxy kept fighting the good fight and didn’t pass and actually thrived.
Roxy’s foster mom kept her from July to November but due to a very inquisitive 3 year old child of the human kind, she felt it was best to bring Roxy back to the shelter and adopt her out to a forever home. Roxy didn’t like being poked or hugged tightly and her toddler was just too young to grasp this concept. When I explained that I was home all day (and quite lonely after 28 years of steady employment) they were all too excited that I wanted to be her new mom. Lupus patients tend to have difficulty with depression and I was not exempt… and I new that this beautiful bundle of furry red joy would help zap my depression and make my life more enjoyable. Rosy has done that and more.
She has given me the love and companionship I so desperately needed. To have a companion who exhibits unconditional love always and is by your side no matter how I was feeling is so fantastic. We do everything together. We even retired together to sunny Florida! – submitted by Peggy Evans for Roxy the Fox