I was looking for a small dog on Petfinder.com… supposedly for my daughter. I thought it would be a good idea to rescue a dog and save a life. A picture of a scruffy little dog with his tongue out caught my eye, and without a doubt it was love at first sight. I couldn’t contact the rescue group fast enough. I got all the paperwork filled out and found out I was approved 2 days later. When I received approval I couldn’t stop smiling it was like I was the happiest woman on earth… and I was.
My daughter and I made arrangements to go pick up my little baby… yes, I called him “my” baby from the get go. I knew this was going to be my Pom. When it was time to pick up “my” baby we got a call saying that the rescue people were running a little late. I guess “little” means two hours in some parts of the country… because that’s how long we waited. It felt like an eternity. Thank goodness there were a few stores that I don’t mind shopping in to kill the time.
The second the “Rescue People” handed me my baby, a loving bond was immediately created. Although he looked like a little Fox… My daughter didn’t like the name FOX the rescue people gave him. So, my daughter being a huge “Criminal Minds” fan especially of the character “Spencer Reid” decided that Spencer Reid would be his name. Let me tell you he lived up to his name… he was so smart.
We were told he was found roaming along side the interstate in Ohio. He had mange and what hair he had was matted and full of briars. You never would have guessed he was a Pomeranian. Everyone that came in contact with him was shocked that I picked this beautiful little guy out. He wasn’t beautiful like a Pommy at first… he looked like a mutt, but in the months to come Spencer Reid flourished. He gained weight and his hair grew in and he became the perfect little gentleman I knew he could be. It was amazing how beautiful he became.
The more love I showed him the more love he shared, Spencer was my little shadow and followed me where ever I went. Even the bathroom was fair game… I really felt like he was my little co-pilot especially when it was time to drive somewhere. He loved going on errands with me, especially the drugstore and the bank where all the ladies gave him treats. As soon as I picked up my purse he was ready to go… I think if I gave him the keys he would have drove the car himself.
My little “baby” Spencer turned out to be very sickly. He suffered seizures, lung problems, Congestive Heart Failure, and kidney failure. He was on all kinds of medication and went to the vet every month for a check up. In the last few months of his life he was going to the Vet every week to get fluids. The day my little boy didn’t get up to go for a car ride, I knew his time was coming to an end. In his final week with us I was laying by him, talking to and petting him… and out of nowhere he reached over and bit my face… I let out a cry… and cried ever harder, not from the pain of the bite but from the knowledge that my little baby didn’t know he bit his Mommy. It was absolutely heartbreaking.
When he started going to the bathroom in the house and stopped eating completely, I knew it was time.
The day I took him to the Vet he didn’t make a sound… just looked up at me with such a look. It was like he was saying it’s ok mom. I kissed him good bye and to my surprise he kissed me back. I held my little baby as he went to sleep. I know he is waiting for me on the Rainbow Bridge. I miss him dearly everyday.
Several months later I rescued another Pommy boy. I did it in remembrance of Spencer. I am now the proud mommy of Jasper Boo, and he is a wonderful and loving Pommy just like Spencer was. Spencer would be proud how Jasper keeps me company. RIP my baby.