The journey of being Kestrel

Kestrel's first year

April 11th 2005 5:58 pm
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Hi, I'm Kestrel, as I guess you already knew. My momma's just so proud of me she can't help brag. I'm really not all that glamorous though. Well let's start at the beginning.

When I was a puppy, I lived with my mom, dad, and my brothers and sisters. There were six of us I think. Then two of my siblings left, and I met my new momma! I wasn't sure if I'd like her or not, so I hid behind my family. Then she reached out her hand and I just couldn't resist sniffing it. Well she must have decided she liked me, cuz away we went! It was really scary, being away from everything I've ever known. I hid in my momma's arms for a couple of hours when I first got home.

I eventually got used to it though, and I found out that I had two other dog friends! One was a Brittany spaniel named Bojangles. She was really pretty, especially when she came into heat. The other one was a Chow mix named Skye. She was my mentor. She taught me all kinds of neat things, like how to run away when momma called, and how to escape the kennel.

One day, a strange man came and broke the kennel we lived in while momma was at school. We escaped and went for a joy run! It was SO much fun! Well, eventually we got bored of the neighborhood and Skye showed me that across this dark strip with fast moving things on it was more places to explore and pee on. So across we went. BAD IDEA! We got hit by one of those fast moving things. And I got separated from Skye. I found a nice grassy yard to lay down in, it felt really nice because my hip hurt so bad. Then it started to get cold, and I started to get scared. Where was momma? Where was my family? Where was Skye? That night I could hear Skye down by a river, screaming in pain. The man who lived at the house I was at went down there and then the screaming stopped.

I laid in that yard for three whole days. Finally my momma and her dad showed up! Thank god! I whined, but couldn't even get up to say hello. My momma's dad carried me into the car, where I found Skye! She told me about the scary night she spent with a very painful hip and trying to fight off coyotes. Then we went on a car ride. Never had the car hurt so much. Every little bump tore through my hip with searing pain. I'm sure Skye was in just as much pain because she whined a whole lot on the way.

When we got to where we were going, Skye managed to limp her way inside, but I had to be carried. This place was NOT friendly, but I was in so much pain I didn't care. All I could hear were other dogs crying for their mommas and poppas. Then I went to sleep. When I woke up again, I was in a small crate. I had a funny collar on my head which was really uncomfortable. But my hip didn't hurt as much. I was still really tired and went back to sleep.

The next morning, momma came to get me and Skye. It was SO nice to see her again! I got really excited and tried to jump around. I didn't care if it hurt! But momma's dad made me stop, and then put me in the car. After that things got really boring. I had to spend what seemed like FOREVER in a crate. I only got to go outside to go potty, and didn't get to walk around more than a couple of steps. Momma said it was only a couple of weeks, but sheesh it felt long. I missed my friend Bojangles, but she came and visited me a lot.

During that time, something TERRIBLE happened! One day, momma took me outside to go potty like usual, then put me back in the crate. Ho hum. Then I heard sirens, and a loud choppa-choppa-choppa. Everyone in the house was really scared and sad all of a sudden. I could sense it, but since I was in the crate I couldn't do anything! I watched with growing apprehension. Then everyone left! I was stuck in the crate an extra long time that day. I didn't understand why, but momma's dad never came home again. They said he was shot in the head by a gun.

Life changed after that. Momma got very sad, and I did everything in my puppy-power to cheer her up. I was always putting my head in her lap for pets and nudging me with my nose if she stopped petting me. Right before my birthday, things got even worse. Skye went to another home with someone she didn't know. And Bojangles left too. I was the only dog left! And then I was taken back to where I was born. I remembered the place, and was glad to see my family again, but I missed Momma terribly.

 
 

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