[Dailydrool] for all those who foster

[Helena Poist]

Little Pieces
by Grace Saalsaa (Written for those who foster)

Melissa sat on the floor, unable to sit straight and tall like her 
mother had always admonished her to do when she was a child. Today, 
it would be impossible. And tomorrow... it probably wouldn't be 
possible then either. Her mind was too busy thinking about the dog 
that lay across her lap.

When he came to be with her, he had no name. She remembered that day 
very well. The first sight of him was enough to break her heart into 
little pieces.

The woman, who had taken this dog from the rough streets where he had 
lived, had tried to save him because she was unable to watch this 
young dog find his own food in a dumpster outside the crack house 
where he lived. Nobody cared that he was gone.

His fur was very thick; so thick that she had to wiggle her fingers 
down to feel his bony body. And as she pulled her fingers away again, 
they were coated in old dirt. Black and white, he was supposed to be. 
But on that day he was beige and dust.

He sat in the back of her car panting continuously, ears laid outward 
for he had lost his courage and couldn't keep them proud and tall. He 
sat motionless, waiting and limp.

But the thing that was the most disturbing was the look in his eyes. 
They were quiet eyes, sunken into his head - and they watched her. 
They were alive with thought. He was waiting for her to do 
something 'to' him.

Little did he know at the time that, instead, she would 'give' 
something to him. She gave him one of the little broken pieces of her 
heart.

She reached out to stroke his head and he instinctively squinched his 
eyes shut and dropped his head, waiting for the heavy hand. With that 
little bit of movement she gave him another one of the broken pieces 
of her heart.

She took him home and gave him a bath. She toweled him dry and 
brushed some order back into his coat. For that, he was grateful and 
even though his own heart was loaded with worms, he accepted yet 
another piece of her heart, for it would help to heal his own.

'Would you like some water, big boy?' She whispered to him as she set 
down a large bowl of cold well water. He drank it up happily. He had 
been dehydrated for a long time and she knew it would take him most 
of the week to re-hydrate.

He wanted more water - but it was gone. Ah... that's how it is, he 
thought to himself. But he was grateful for what he had been able to 
get. 'Would you like some more?' and she gave him another bowl along 
with another little piece of her heart.

'I know that you are hungry. You don't have to find your own food 
anymore. Here's a big bowl of good food for you. I've added some warm 
water and a little piece of my heart.'

Over the four months that he stayed with her, his health improved. 
The heart full of worms was replaced piece by piece with little bits 
of her loving heart. And each little piece worked a very special kind 
of magic.

When the warmth of love and gentle caresses are added, the little 
broken pieces knit together again and heal the container it resides 
in. That container becomes whole again.

She watched each little broken piece fill a gap in the gentle dog 
until his quiet eyes radiated the light from the little pieces. You 
see, kind words gently spoken turn the little pieces into 
illumination for the spirit that resides within.

He rested beside her, happy to be with her always. Never had he known 
such kindness, such gentle caresses; such love. His health had 
returned, his spirit was playful as a young dog's should be and he 
had learned about love.

Now his heart was full. The healing was complete. It was time to go. 
There was another person who had another heart that was meant to be 
shared with him.

So she sat shapeless on the floor because all the broken pieces of 
her heart were with the dog. It is difficult to sit tall when your 
heart is not with you. She wrapped her arms around the dog that sat 
with tall, proud ears for her. Lean on me, he said.

And she gave him one last thing that would keep him strong; that 
would keep the pieces of her heart together long after he had gone on 
to live his new life. She gave him her tears and bound them to the 
pieces with a simple statement made from the ribbons of her heart.

'I love you, Joe.'

And Joe lived happily ever after.

Melissa sat on the floor, straight and tall like her mother had 
always admonished her to do when she was a child. Today, it would be 
possible. And tomorrow... it probably would be possible too. Because 
her mind was busy thinking about this, the next dog that lay across 
her lap.

Where did she get the heart to help yet another dog, you ask?

Ahhh... it came with the dog. They always bring a little bit of heart 
with them. And when the rescuer breathes in that little bit of heart, 
it quickly grows and fills the void left by the last dog.

You remain responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.
-Antoine de Saint Exupery 


Nicole Hadley posted this on one of the animal boards and I just had to share it.



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