In my last blog, I talked about losing my beloved Raider and how I felt guilty “replacing” him so soon with another companion. However, I have realized that I was not replacing but filling that incredible void we have when we lose that beloved companion which has been a part of our lives.
After seeing Bandit on Wayside Waifs website, I called and was told there was a pending adoption on him which expired at 8:00 p.m. that night. I told them I wanted him and would drive down to fill out the paperwork in case they did not take him. When I got there, it was 5:00 p.m. and I walked back to the glassed kennel with the volunteer, and there he was! I said, “Oh, my God, I’m in trouble.” When she opened up the door to get him he leapt into my arms and started kissing my face and blowing into my ear (just like Raider used to do). I knew I had to have him as much as he needed me to love and take care of him. I hugged him and told him I would see him tomorrow. He jumped into my lap again and kissed me goodbye. I left that evening praying that he would not be adopted and would be mine. My prayers were answered!
The next morning around 10:30 a.m. I got a call that he was mine. I told them that I would be there around 3:00 p.m. to pick him up because I had errands to take care of before I could come and get him. When I got there, I waited for a few minutes and was wondering why it was taking so long. Then the volunteer brought him out apologizing for the delay but said “he had to make his rounds to everyone saying goodbye. He is the sweetest thing!” I could not resist in giving him a big hug myself. As I was completing the paperwork, I was told by a volunteer that the couple who originally wanted him and who had put down a $25 deposit had actually told the volunteer on Sunday night (the night Raider had his stroke) that they did not want Bandit and left. She got busy and didn’t tell the people in the adoption. She also told me that after I had called the day before stating I wanted him that four other people had called wanting him.
My little seven month-old Bandit was a rescue from Oklahoma where he was born. He is very hyper and evidently the new owners thought he was too much and surrendered him. That rescue service was filled and had no more room for another dog. Since they too are a “no kill” facility, they contacted Wayside Waifs here in Grandview, Missouri to take him. And that is how I found my beloved little companion. He is a gift from God and sent to me at the right time. It is funny how things happen in our lives. He constantly makes me laugh and is very “talkative and demanding” when he needs or wants me to do something. My sister and I are amazed that he does so many of the same things that Raider and Chase did as if he were a combination of their spirit sent back to me. He loves to go to the barn and hang out with my mares (the girls), and he has his own special spot in my booth at the horse shows. Here is one of his favorite positions. Just like Raider!