Finding Elliot

A weird thing happened the other night. I opened my email to perform my daily ritual of getting rid of spam when suddenly emails from March 18th to the 20th, 2024 popped up. It was from, and to, the same person about her dog Kobe, an Aussie, that she wanted to rehome.  I have no idea how that old email just came forward because I certainly didn't press anything to make it happen. It was out of the blue! The email had pictures of the dog and information on where and when we'd set up a time for a meet and greet. 

For some reason that I can't remember, Kobe's owner canceled our first date. Fair enough! So we scheduled another attempt at our local dog park. When the time came, all three of us, Phil, Enzo and myself piled in the car and off we went.  I was excited and nervous. It was a big deal to start again; to give your heart to another being who you'll eventually lose. Still we happily went. And we waited, and waited, and waited. The scheduled time came and went.  The excitement turned to disapointment, and eventually to the numb acceptance of defeat. Finally, about fifteen minutes after she was supposed to show up,  we received a text saying that there had been a really bad accident on the way in and she'd be hours. Phil checked traffic reports and saw there were no holdups or traffic accidents.  She lied. We left.

 Apparently it wasn't meant to be. That's all we had left. To be or not to be.

Fast forward to Sunday, May 26th, 2024. My friend sent me a photo of a beautiful Aussie who was scheduled to be euthanized at the county shelter the following Wednesday. 

If you've read any of my blogs, you know that the moment I saw "Piggie", (the horrible name they gave him at the shelter) I looked into his begging, desperate,  beautiful blue eyes and fell in love. 

The shelter notes on him said he had been brought in two weeks before by a woman who said he was a stray. And for some uncanny reason, we were able to adopt him, free of charge. That in itself is another, detailed story.

Above is the picture of Elliot being handed over to us at the shelter. Just look at his weary, sad little self. I wondered more than a few times about his past, he was already five. Was he abused? Was he loved? Was he lost? One thing for certain, it didn't take long for him to know that he was safe,  already loved deeply, and about to live his best life eever. And this is our happy boy, Elliot.

And the email that mysteriously popped up about a week ago? The one about Kobe, with pictures of him? Well...here's Kobe:

And again, here's Elliot:

 They're the same dog! But still, my boy's past is a mystery and probably always will be. I'm just elated that he's a part of my heart now. I couldn't be happier that finally, he's home!

I still had the person's email so I shot her a message. "Whatever happened to Kobe?" Of course she didn't reply. But we sure the hell got him chipped as ours!