This post is inspired by Eva’s post about her lovely dog Sunny in her blog «Story to tell ya».(I bombarded her comments section with Nina’s whole story. Sorry dear.) No one will ever understand the unconditional love a dog can give you until they have one.
I have been a dog-lover since a small girl. I just can’t see one because I feel the terrible urge to go, hug them and pet them. All of them. But I used to make fun of people with small «purse» dogs. I loved Siberian Huskies, German Shepherds and Dobermans. Ignorant as I was, I didn’t know my life was about to change forever.
There I was going to get a small puppy who would become an elegant and big dog. I chose a beautiful Siberian Husky puppy with deep blue eyes. I wanted to call her Nina.
Walking towards the back of the store I saw a small box with a sign that said “please do not touch”. I asked the lady why that sign was there and she told me that inside was a minuscule dog who was depressed since she got separated from her mother two weeks ago. This little creature did not move or eat since then. She sadly told me that the puppy will be euthanized the next day since she did not respond to any human contact.
The lady opened the box for me to see. Two sad eyes blinked and signed loudly. The lady tried to hold her but she did not move, even my boyfriend insisted in holding her. I put the Husky back and took Nina in my arms. I could not believe how small and fragile she was. At that point of my life I was feeling just like her: fragile with no reason to move. I was so depressed back then that I felt like curling up in a ball and lay right next to her in that box.
I felt her soft skin in my face. I kissed her and whispered how precious she was. She looked a me straight in the eyes and started to lick my face and wagging her tail like crazy.
I did not choose her, she chose me.
I don’t know how this is possible but Nina changed my life forever. She has taught me to love expecting nothing in return. She is my companion when I am sad, lonely or happy. When she sleeps she needs to feel my leg next to her in the bed. (Yes, she does sleep with me.) She is the reason I go home excited that someone is waiting for me since I left in the morning. She is a very peculiar and delicate dog. She is constantly sick and can’t walk with four legs (she has a bad leg), but I love her just the way she is.
People often tell me that I saved her, but when I think about it, she was the one who saved me.