3 1/2 years ago (can't believe it's been that long already) Henry bought me a puppy to protect me. I was living in an apartment and had a few issues with 'prowlers'. I'd stay at his house during the week and my apartment on weekends and keep Simone with me. One day during lunch, Henry left for lunch with some of his police officer buddies...he left the back door open and Simone was free to roam. I get a call when he gets home asking me if I'd kicked the door in and took the dog...I thought he was joking and said how could I do that, you just called me at work....(I'd been sitting there wondering what I would do for lunch, normally I had plans) he repeated the door had been kicked in, I asked where Simone was...he didn't know, neither he nor the cops could find her. My heart sank. She was only a couple of months old, but she had already stolen my heart.
I couldn't get home fast enough....I had my window down as I drove through streets in our neighborhood calling her name, hoping she'd come running. Nothing...fear gripped my heart...what if they had taken her to sell her...she was a beautiful buff Cocker Spaniel...so sweet.
i was praying to God to protect her, pleading with him...like she was one of my children. I got home, the front door frame was splintered...it was unbelievable how easy it was for them to kick the door in. I stood in the front yard and called Simone, I looked down the streets, didn't hear anything. I walked through the house, she wasn't there. I went in the back yard and called her 3 times...I was giving up hope as I stood there telling Henry how the thieves must have taken her....he was looking at me and then shifted his eyes to the ground behind me....he didn't return my gaze while I continued to talk, so I turned to see what he was looking at....there she was...I couldn't believe what I was seeing...she was crawling very slowly toward me...covered in leaves and sticks...I picked her up, she was shaking. I cleaned off the debris and held her close, tears rolling down my cheeks as I was silently thanking God for protecting her.
From that day on, she goes nuts when someone comes to the front door....she does not like teenage boys. We figured out there had to be at least 3 of them...one had been in Henry's chair with the blinds bent...one in the diningroom having pulled the chair toward to window as a lookout and the 3rd ran to Henry's bedroom to grab the plastic jug of coins....they knew exactly where to run...and then they were gone. That was all they took.
Since that day, we've added a metal gate to the front door and purchased additional fire arms...kids or not, they have no right to terrorize people in their home...or steal or frighten my precious puppy.
That little girl and I have a deep connection. <3