Westies do NOT all look alike, not by a long shot!.
More than a few times today, I have teared up with an overwhelming sense of thankfulness... and humility.
Jenny B has Molly's playfulness and protectiveness of her mama.
Jenny B has Daddle's Mommy Devotion and the same expectation of being picked up and loved when she came toward me (something Daddles apparently never had before..
But Jenny B has something else. She has that untarnished and un-scarred view of humans and of the world. Thanks to a loving hand-raised beginning from breeder/handler Judy Young of Gaelic Pride Westies.
Jenny B has not first been loved and then relegated to a laundry room night and day before being thrown away in a kill shelter...lilke Molly.
Jenny B has NOT been so physically used and abused that she is written off for soon-to-be-dead and thrown away even by a horrible puppy mill...like Daddle's story.
Jenny B has not been first loved, pampered and adored, only to be thrown outside like garbage when her beloved master died. After a year of neglect outside, Annie and her brother were thrown into a kill shelter where Annie had to protect her feeble brother from the other dogs.
Jenny B knows none of that. She sees an approaching human hand as a giver of love or food.
She sees her new pack as playmates and instant new friends. She sees her new humans as laps to be snuggled in, feet to follow closely, big warm bodies to snuggle against, and givers of food, water and love.
Jenny B accepts instruction with open-eyed contemplation followed by rapid understanding so that she can apply that new knowledge to other situations.
Jenny B has Presence. She commands the room with her loving spirit. She expects to be loved, and she gives love freely, unconditionally...
Today I have been so deeply moved by the realization that in one selfless gift from a caring breeder/handler in Arkansas, God has given to me the priceless gift of a bit of Molly before she was discarded, sick and heartbroken. There is a good bit of Daddles in Jenny B.
There is so much Annie in Jenny B that I can't yet put it in words.
Martha Beck, Vicki Claflin, Pat Ozborn and others who know me in Westie Rescue circles know that I don't "see" beloved dead pets in our new adoptions.
Jenny B is a gift that only a Loving, Living God could have created and arranged. I never realized just how much God cares about the day-to-day hurts and aches in our lives...until He sent Jenny B.
Yes, this post is emotionally raw and revealing and outside of my comfort zone. I just needed to share this with so many of you who have cried with me after the deaths of Molly, Daddles and Annie. Long live Princess Jenny B!