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That is why, despite constant urging from the local shelter director, I could not work or volunteer there.

I adopted dogs like crazy and did my part that way...but I couldn’t bear the loving and playing with the ones I knew would die.

I did it once and my dog for the day was a beautiful white Borzoi.

He was “gone” the next time I came in and that was it for me.

How could _no one_ have wanted that beautiful, gentle, glorious dog?

My first Ibizan was from that same shelter.
No one noticed her for 3 weeks [far past her kill date] but the ladies couldn’t bear to put her down.

I found her on what I later learned was her last day on earth, nearly at closing time...just minutes from her “walk down that hall”.

She was huddled on damp concrete floor with only a thin blanket for a bed.
I called her and slowly, she looked around at me.

She came over to the door and I stuck in my fingers to touch her...and she bit me!
Marie and Debby looked like their world had just ended.
The dog just -bit- her last and only hope!

I looked up at Marie and said “You better get my dog outta this damn cage.”.

They laughed and cried, simultaneously.

[I always thought the nip was for “What TOOK you so long to FIND me, jerk?!?]...:]

“Minny” stood on her hind legs beside me as I signed her adoption papers [they always had some pre-filled-out for me on hand...LOL] like a person and when we went outside, she went straight for MY car, parked amongst all the others.

We were inseparable for 13 years and she literally saved my life, twice.
[paybacks are a...miracle]....:)

I grieved endlessly for her for a whole year and then settled into near-daily tears for another 7.

She was my heart.

She has own special page, too.

http://ibizan-hound.com/MINNY.htm

Oh, how I still love and miss my girl.