The Dog with the Old Soul. Jennifer Sander Basye

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      The Dog with the Old Soul

      TRUE STORIES OF THE LOVE, HOPE AND JOY THAT ANIMALS BRING TO OUR LIVES

      Jennifer Basye Sander

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      CONTENTS

      Introduction

      The Dog with the Old Soul

      Finley Taylor

      Simon Says

      Katherine Traci

      Where the Need Is Greatest

      Tish Davidson

      Too Many Cats in the Kitchen

      Maryellen Burns

      Transforming U

      Suzanne Tomlinson

      A Nose for Love

      Dena Kouremetis

      Mother Knows Best

      Kathryn Canan

      Spotty’s Miracle

      Charles Kuhn

      The Nursery

      Robyn Boyer

      Frank Observations

      E. G. Fabricant

      Little Orange

      Trina Drotar

      The Old Barrel Racer

      Elaine Ambrose

      The Dog Who Wouldn’t Bark

      Meera Klein

      In Touch with One’s Felines

      Ed Goldman

      Kissing the Whale

      Pam Giarrizzo

      In the Nick of Time

      Sue Pearson

      Wednesday in the Wall

      Chris Fowler

      Hammer

      Morton Rumberg

      Quiet Vigil

      Sue Pearson

      A Life Measured in Dog Years

      Hal Bernton

      The Green Collar

      Sheryl J. Bize Boutte

      Growing Together

      Louise Crawford

      The Improbable Cat Lover

      Jennifer O’Neill-Pickering

      Psychic Cat

      Kathryn Canan

      Maggie

      Jerry and Donna White

      Roxanne

      Gordon M. Labuhn

      High Energy

      Mark Lukas

      About the Contributors

      INTRODUCTION

      “An animal anthology? Really? You?” new friends may ask upon hearing about this book project, looking around my well-ordered house, devoid of cat hair or a wet-dog smell. What gives? There are no bags of pet food in my garage. My newspaper is recycled promptly, never placed at the bottom of a birdcage. Older friends nod in understanding, though, since they knew the Airedale that lives on forever in my heart.

      Animals take up residence in our hearts, sometimes consuming all available space and leaving no room for another dog, cat, horse or bird to be added to the mix. I love dogs, but I haven’t had one myself in years. Just like some people have only one perfect love in their lives and, once it is over, don’t feel the need to replace it, my dog Big Guy spoiled me as an owner. I delight in having others’ pets around me, though, and I love to watch the affection and interaction between animals and people.

      We are devoted to our animals, and they can be just as devoted to us. A recent news item touched everyone who stumbled upon it—the story of a man in China who passed away, leaving only a yellow dog behind. The dog refused to leave his grave, lying atop it day after day. Villagers brought the dog food and water, and one resident told reporters that the sight of the grieving dog “made my heart smile and cry.”

      The stories in The Dog with the Old Soul will also make your heart both smile and cry. There are stories of joy—the thrill of a new puppy, the excitement of a young girl’s first horse show ribbon, the silliness of a room filled with cats. But life isn’t always joyful, and there are stories of the comforting role that animals can play in our emotional lives. There are times in life when reaching down to pet a familiar fuzzy head can help ground us in a way nothing else can.

      It is my hope that these stories touch you deeply, and that more than once while reading, you reach out and pull your pets in closer to you on the couch. Enjoy!

      Jennifer Basye Sander

      The Dog with the Old Soul

      Finley Taylor

      Sometimes people—or in my case, a dog—come into your life at just the right time.

      Even before we were married, my husband and I talked about the dogs we would get someday. I wanted a Scottish terrier; he wanted a basset hound. Both of us liked both dogs, and neither of us minded which one we got first. We eventually decided that since bassets were known for being calm, low maintenance and child friendly—and since we were planning on having children soon—we’d get a basset first. Only problem was, for the first year and a half of our marriage we lived in a tiny apartment in Midtown.

      When we moved to a larger home in 2009, it was time to start thinking about getting a dog. Well, actually, it was time to start thinking about having those children. Getting a dog was something we might push off till after the first baby was born, we thought. But the months went by and the pregnancy tests kept turning up negative.

      The thought of including a different type of being, one with four legs, as part of our family never was far from our thoughts. As much as we talked about baby names and family vacations and how we would not give our eight-year-old a cell phone, we also talked about hiking trips and strolls along the river and what we’d name our dog.

      Three days after my twenty-seventh birthday, my husband sent me a seemingly innocuous photo from a local shelter’s website of a perky-looking tricolored basset hound with intelligent, old-soul eyes. Her name was Chloe.

      I work from home, so the squeal I let out fell on an otherwise silent house—a silence that over the months had developed a pitch of frustration, sadness and worry that became more palpable with each Facebook pregnancy announcement I saw. I called my husband and asked if he was game to go look at the pup with the world-heavy expression.

      That night we stood outside the kennel of a loudly barking Chloe, who seemed to be conveying her frustration at being cooped up for so long, and at life for being a little rough on her as of late.

      I didn’t blame her. A kind but frazzled shelter employee told us this was the second time Chloe had been brought to the shelter.

      Chloe let out a characteristic basset bark that rumbled deep in my bones, rattling loose feelings of compassion and a desire to care for