My BFF

I heard The Nice Man say once that if the animal shelter ever had a Cairn Terrier that he wouldn't be able to leave it there, that he would have to bring it home.  I also saw The Nice Lady roll her eyes at him when he said it and figured that was the end of THAT.  Imagine my surprise when The Nice LADY showed up one cold November day with a 6 month old Cairn/Jack Russell mix puppy!  

I was instructed to be nice to her (but of course, I am a gentleman after all) and we were put to stare at each other through jail bars (a.k.a. a baby gate).  Morrigan came to sit beside me and told me I was meeting my replacement (she's mean like that).  Soon the new puppy came to lay against the jail bars right opposite of me and that's when I knew we would be best friends.  The Nice Lady named her Stella Bean and we had many adventures in our short time together.  I taught her to play ball and she taught me how to open doors.  I taught her how to make the back of the couch nice and squishy for naps and she taught me how to bark at EVERYTHING.  I taught her that not all humans are bad and she taught me that some humans are very bad.  The people she lived with before the shelter had been mean to her, and had left her in the snow to starve and freeze.

Stella grew to love life with the Nice People and me, she even liked Morrigan although I can't say the feeling was mutual (Morrie didn't like the way Stella thought kitties looked best from behind with their tail streaking out behind them just out of her reach).  But one thing Stella could not overcome was her fear of everyone else.  She would shake and tremble, bark and snarl, and in general not act very lady like at all.  This scared the Nice People and me too, especially when she got in trouble for biting our grandma.  Poor Stella, she only wanted to protect the Nice People who had taken her in and made her happy.

The Nice Lady told me that Stella had to go to the Doggy Peaceful Place but that she would always be my BFF and would watch over all of us from that place where she no longer felt afraid.  That made me happy but I still miss our adventures.  We think of her every day at dinner and miss the way she would turn in circles while The Nice Lady got our bowls ready.  Wherever she is, I hope that she has lots of rawhides (her favorite toy) and tons of treats (she loved them more than I do).  If you have lost a doggy friend, I hope that they get to meet Stella in the Doggy Peaceful Place so that she isn't lonely.  I am sure they will love her!  She plays a mean game of "fetch the ball," sometimes she even lets you win.


Love,
Merlyn