She was born September 26, 1985. She
died just after her nineteenth birthday.
October 12, 2004. I was there to watch
her take her first breath and her last.
Her Mother was my best friend. Chelsea
. I know that everyone says this but she
really was the sweetest little thing I
had ever seen. She was precious. She
Was Mine! I wanted to keep her. But I
knew at the time this wasn't possible. I
looked into her eyes and all I could see
was something that I knew was very rare
very valuable and very desired. She was
a Jewel. I named her Pearl. Chelsea
approved. With every passing day I
watched her grow. And I was growing. In
love every passing day. Chelsea adored
her. I began to question if we had made
the right decision. How could Chelsea
and I let our precious Pearl be taken
away by a stranger? The papers had
been signed and the deal was done.
Everything was in order. I had spoken to
her new Mother on the phone several
times. She would be taking her away
as soon as Pearl was eight weeks old.
The phone rang. Pearl's new Mother. She
had to leave New Mexico immediately.
Without Pearl. She was being
transferred. I didn't even hear the rest
of the conversation. I was listening but
all I could hear was my mind telling me
that Pearl was ours. She wasn't being
taken away. Our precious jewel our gem
our Pearl. I don't even remember
hanging up the phone just running into
the bedroom and reaching into the
basket by the bed and petting Chelsea
and waking Pearl from her nap bringing
her close to my nose so I could smell
that precious smell. Puppy breath. This
gem this rare beautiful off-white Shih
Tzu would be mine and Chelsea's for the
next 19 precious years.
She killed her father but that's a story for another day.