April 17th 2011 9:55 pm
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I had a great life, I was an only child, I got all the treats I wanted. I never knew a life different. I was born to be wanted. I went from a breeder who loved dogs to my parents who are dog lovers. I have a soft bed, (that I let my parents sleep in with me), I have toys and endless amounts of treats, more jackets than my Daddy, endless belly rubs, walks in the park, little tennis balls galore and a bundle of family members who adore me. Then came Kiki.
Kiki is my sister- once removed.. at least. Kiki came us us just under a year ago. She was not a child when she came let alone a dog. I had a good life- did I mention that? Kiki came and ya, ya, ya, nothing really changed for me except I had to share some attention but I do have two parents so it wasnt all that painful. Except I had to watch this silly thing named Kiki who was scared of treats- SCARED OF TREATS!? Seriously? I know you dont believe me but it's true, she was scared of treats and my Daddy and of noise.. yes NOISE!! I mean any noise, she's scared. She was like 6 pounds.. 6 POUNDS!! I am a comfortable 11 pound doxie and proud of it, I earned every pound on me with high end kibbles and all natural treats.
I thought Kiki might never turn into a real dog, she didn't know how to play. I would run up to her and try to play and she would stand there like a bump on a log. Looked like my parents brought me a sister that was broken. Great.
Here we are nearly a year later. Kiki does not know how to climb stairs, she stil gets scared of my Daddy at times, she's still nervous in crowds, she's had to have more Vet visits in the last 11 months than I have had in my whole life, her feet are deformed a bit, she's missing a spot of hair on her shoulder, she gets dandruff and has bad breath. Nice right? Guess what, we love her. We love every little thing that makes her unique.
Kiki has changed my life because now I have a playmate and someone to blame things on when I do a naughty. I have taught Kiki to rip up toilet paper and kleenex, knock over garbage cans and potty outside. But whats Kiki has taught my parents is something even more amazing than shredding a whole box of tissues in the living room. Kiki has taught us to never give up. Kiki has taught us what it means to be tough. Kiki has taught us that fear can be over come because now Kiki sleeps with our Daddy who she was scared of. Deformed feet are nothing because she's alive. She can run, walk up a couple steps on her own but what makes us laugh the most is that going from a pup who found it painful to walk and literally shuddered at one touch of her paw plays and "high five's" with those same goofy paws.
A dog that is from a puppy mill does not know what it is like to have a family. They are born and raised in a cage. A cold cage with bars on their feet which day and night cut into your pads and make it impossible to be comfortable. Other dogs are stacked on top of you, the rare time you get food and water it's a fight to get your share. Starving day and night, plus the few nutrients you get are stripped from you to nourish the puppies unwillingly growing inside you.
Kiki's a sister to me and a hero to me. She's beat the odds and is alive which is a miracle on it's own. Beyond that she, after less than 12 months, knows now how to be loved. The day didn't come easy when Kiki accepted the love from me and my parents. In the scheme of things as a human what is 11 months? It's not even a memory, but for Kiki it's a lifetime. Kiki -my sister- has literally doubled her weight and become a dog. She cuddles like a dog. She licks Momma's hands like a dog. Sounds silly but not all dogs are dogs. They are alive, they have a heartbeat but to actually be a d-o-g takes more than that and I am proud to have an adopted sister. I would not have it any other way.
What does adoption mean to my family?
Adoption is life. It's the thread that keeps perfect, lovable, deserving animals alive. Adoption is the difference between life and death.
We are proud to choose life and promote others to also choose life. Saving Kiki has no price tag because we definitely couldn't put a price on the love and pride my Momma and Daddy hold in their hearts for Kiki. We dont regret a single second or dollar spent on her. She deserves it.
I love my sister and I love the choice of adoption.
Leave A Comment | 8 people already have What a bootiful tribute to your sisfur, Mini! You're a wonderfur sisfur, too! Kiki is blessed to have found her pawfect furever home! aww...that was so nice and for your sisfur!! Glad you two have each other. Das a very nice tribute to yer sisfur. You telled efury pup dat you dinnit loses nuffin and gots lots by getting a sisfur. You still has alla yer mommy & daddy's loves but you gots Kiki's loves too. The more the merrier. YAY!!! Oh, an wanted to tell you dat Kiki prolly growed soooo mush cuz of you. You showed her efurthing 'bout bein a dog. Youse a wunnerfur big sisfur. So sweet...caused Auntie to ge a lump in her throat. Auntie said she's like round up all those puppy mill owners & put stack them in tiny cages-heartless monsters! I am so glad that your sisfur got the chance to be a real doggy and know the boundless love of a real furmily, too!
Woofs & Licks! You're the best teacher Kiki will ever have. A pawfect big sister who takes her role very seriously :) You're all so lucky to have each other.
*Hugs*
xxx Your a pawfect sister Mini! She's so lucky to be with you and your family to enjoy all the love! SO are you!
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April 17th 2011 at 10:17 pm