In an earlier post, I told you about my cat: Chausette. It’s only fair that I give equal attention to my other ‘sweet girl’, Lacey the Cocker Spaniel.
Her story is special. My parents recently lost Andie, our party color Cocker Spaniel. She was a particularly hard loss. She was a part of our family since 1996. She passed away in 2012. It was difficult to imagine wanting another dog right away. But, you’d be amazed how a new dog really softens that blow.
So, my parents started looking for puppies. To make a long story short, shelters and rescues make it very difficult to adopt, if you’re looking for a certain kind of dog. The rescues go to the pound, take all the dogs they want. They leave the old ones, and sell the puppies for an expensive price. The pound does not allow you to reserve a dog over the phone, or even tag a dog you’re interested to see. You have to wait in line, and by the time you get up to the front, the dog you want may have already been adopted. Needless to say, the puppy search was abandoned pretty quick.
Then one day, my parents stumbled upon an add from a Chihuahua rescue for an older, champagne colored Cocker Spaniel named Lacey. My parents decided to check it out. I was returning from the Austin City Limits music festival when I got a text saying “You’ll have to meet our new addition when you get home.” I replied, “a puppy?!” To which my mom replied, “not exactly.” She was eleven years old, and going blind in one eye. I was skeptical. Our Andie was a sad, slow decline. At times, it was excruciating to watch. I wasn’t sure that was something we needed to go through so soon.
But that attitude changed once I got home. She is the sweetest dog you will ever meet. Hands.Down. Her original owner was put into a nursing home. The ladys’ kids were supposed to take care of Lacey. Instead, they dropped her off at the pound, with instructions that she could only be adopted by people with ‘experience’ with Cocker Spaniels. If not for the lady with the Chihuahua rescue, Lacey would certainly have been euthanized. I tear up every time I think about her being dumped off at the pound.
For being old, and nearly blind, she is quite spry. She still points, and loves to play with her toys. There are many good years left in this dog.
I’m glad we could give her a warm home and a lot of love. If you take anything away from this post, please consider rescuing an older dog. Morons who can’t take care of an animal drop them off to the put to death every day. This is a fate no animal deserves.