Best part is i really liked the woman who chose her. It felt as if this was what it was all about...the reason i had to bring Felicia home...the reason she couldn't be left to be "taken out of adoptions"...cause this person was coming for her.
There are some things about it that actually give me chills as i consider them - but that i can't disclose without compromising her privacy. you'll just have to trust me...it's pretty cool. the woman, henceforth to be known as Charlotte, had asked some questions on line after seeing Felicia's picture and though her trip to the shelter was for the specific purpose of meeting our 'licia, she interviewed several other dogs before finally taking her out. I have this feeling that she promised someone she would look at more dogs than just the one, rather than rushing through the door waving a check. Smart. So she walked with several, asking questions about each of them, appreciating their sweetness or their silliness or in the case of Cutie, the way she looks just like orphan annie's dog.
Things changed somehow when we took Felicia out the door. Strange to say, but there was some new gravity to the conversation, some "now we're gettin' down to it" feeling, though many of her questions were the same as they had been with the others. it became clear that she already knew...that she'd been going through the motions with the others...that this was the dog for her...
She needed a one-woman dog who would look out for her and Felicia needed someone to love and to protect.
While her application was being processed, the smiling Charlotte walked back to Felicia's kennel, bent and kissed her lightly on the head.
Sigh.
tears of joy.
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