My Taffy Waits For Me

I just read my last post, wow, that seems so long ago.  It was actually early Spring and so much has transpired since then.  I don't think I can review everything right now, but I'll start where I am today.

I am back at the computer because my life has reached the point where I feel that God is telling me that I need to share with my friends and family how He is working in my life every moment of every day.  I initially blogged because it helped me to feel connected to all my friends, neighbors and family members, even though ninety nine percent of those didn't ever read my blog.  That was okay, because the few who did said they enjoyed it.

Eventually, I realized that my father-in-law got a kick out of reading it, after initially dismissing it because of all my Christian references.  Anyway, he got hooked on it, so I continued keeping it up, because I knew he might absorb some of my strong faith in my God and His son, our Savior, Jesus Christ.  If you read my last blog, you know that not only did my father-in-law pass away in January, but my mother-in-law passed only a matter of days later, in February.  Needless to say, our lives became quite a bit more hectic with trips to Florida and taking care of so many end of life things with Mark's brothers.  If you come to my house, you can get to know Mom and Dad Libby more, because we have so many of the things that they held dear and their belongings also help us to feel their presence surround us.

Okay, other stories of these past seven months will have to wait.  Because today I have to share the story of my little dog, Taffy.  My aunt Linda called me after I had mourned my first dog, Twinkles for months.  Linda's dog, Misty had just had puppies and she knew the little cream colored one was just what I needed.  For the first time since losing Twinkles, I felt a space opening up in my heart again for a little furball.  I asked Mark and the kids what they thought about getting a new dog.  Mark thought that we should get another Cocker Spaniel.  Christina said it would be a great time to get a Pug.  Dustin really liked the idea of a Corgi.  So, I rephrased the question to, " Would ya'll like a new dog?  Do you want this little dog from Linda or not?"  It was unanimous.  I called Linda back with the news and told her to start calling the creamed colored dog, Taffy, because I had always liked that name for a dog.  She said Taffy it is and I started counting the days until she was old enough for Linda to bring her to me.

That was almost fifteen years ago.  My little dog gave me so much I can't even begin to say, but that's only the beginning. When Taffy was six, remembering Twinkles loss, I decided that if anything happened to her, I wouldn't be able to stand it, if she left without my having something of her to help me heal.  So, I breeded her with another little malti-poo that we knew and we had two puppies.  My aunt Carol had recently lost her husband, my uncle Dean, so I promised her one of the puppies.  That little puppy,Sassy, has kept my aunt Carol company as the most wonderful little companion for these years since my Uncle Dean has been gone.  

After that first litter, I decided that providing needed puppies to family members and friends was my calling and little Pepper came into our lives. Five years, four litters and thirteen puppies later the comfort, joy and special friendships have blossomed with so many of my friends and family.

Taffy is gone now, she passed night before last at the age of fourteen years and ten months.  She was mostly blind and deaf, but was always my little white shadow.  I miss her terribly, but I'm okay because I have three other little white shadows with me ninety percent of the time.  I thank God for preparing me and helping me to share the love and companionship of these little furballs with others. And, I know Taffy, with Twinkles, will be waiting for me when I finally go home.  Take care and have a great day.  luv, Susan