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LOSING DAIZY

I am not sure where the notion came from to adopt a Greyhound, it must have been a gentle nudging from God. I say that because in life we have many lessons to learn and Daizy, my first Greyhound, became my teacher.

As I walked through the kennels, the dogs were going a little crazy; jumping, barking and whining as if to say "Take me, take me"! A few Greys were let out into the yard so I could experience these magnificent animals first hand. I felt like helicopters were landing all around me! I wondered what I had gotten myself into.

I walked back through the kennels and the whole time this fawn female just sat watching my every move. Her eyes were huge, beautiful amber pools that kept drawing me to her. We opened her kennel and she still sat waiting to be invited to step out. I held my hand out to her and she responded immediately. We walked out into the yard and she just followed me around, sitting when I stopped she was a good sitter! I knew I had made my connection.
We drove home and it was like we had always been together; she knew exactly what I expected. Often I wondered where all her scars came from and how she had lost half of her tail. My first lesson from Daizy was that no matter how many times she had been hurt, she still opened her heart to love and be loved. She didn't hold anything back nor did she ever act like I might hurt her. I called her my wounded warrior. I admit I have lived much of my life not trusting people because so many had hurt me.

Fall and winter passed and we had our first experience with spring & summer thunderstorms. Daizy was able to predict the weather before the weatherman did. As the barometric pressure began to change, she began to change. Every muscle quivered, she panted, drooled and paced. I tried to comfort her and realized it didn't help her feel safe. I would come home from work to find she had been in the tub or even up on my counters. I had to buy 4 new sets of blinds for my front door as she had tried to claw her way out during a storm. I began to put her in her kennel if I knew the weather might change. Daizy taught me not to let fear overcome me when I know in my heart I am safe. Daizy never believed she was safe in storms. I would never have knowingly left her in a scary place. So when storms come in my life, I have to believe I am safe. God has never left me nor forsaken me and I have to know that I have what I need to be safe. I would make things so much worse for myself by fighting the storms in

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