Photo by Laura Richard I am sitting here tonight working on the conclusion to the long, two year story of Rocca and Boy but now I have to take a break to watch the clock....
For the next 59 minutes, I can't work on my story because I am
sitting here watching the clock and I'm not a clock watcher, but
tonight, I can't do anything but watch the clock. I'm sitting here
with a rusty choke chain around my wrist as I type this and I am
counting down the minutes, only 58 left to go now, 58 minutes left
before I can take the rusty chain off my wrist and finally put it
away.
Rocca Zu's plane will be hitting the tarmac at Oakland International
Airport tonight at 8:49 Pacific Time, only 57 minutes more and when
Flight 285 finally pulls up to Terminal 1, I can finally put away
Rocca's rusted out collar, the one she was wearing the very first
time I spotted her over two years ago as she roamed the city,
emaciated, and with the first pup I saw her with, one of at leastthree litters I know she had while out there. During the time I
spent with her on the streets, trying to resocialize her and getting
to know her elusive running partner, Boy, I took that rusty collar of
hers and put it in my glove compartment and that was a litte over a
year ago. That collar meant everything to me because it meant that
Rocca was somebody's dog once and I knew that meant that I wasn't
going to quit until she got back home or if that wasn't possible,
until she was once again, somebody's dog....that collar was a promise
I had to keep.
Tonight, Rocca Zu is going home and she is going to be somebody's dog again. Adele, a volunteer from just outside of San Francisco adopted Rocca and so now in just 50 minutes, Rocca will finally be home and that means in just 48 minutes, I can put away that collar, a collar that is finally a promise kept.
2 comments:
She is definitely home, chilling. Tail waggin in a clockwise motion. I am watching her, she doesnt seem to remember TV's if she ever saw one....She slept with me last night, in my bed, which surprised me because my bed is waist high. I didn't remember her being that youthful. It is my cat Bear that is traumatized. They will come to be good buds, I hope. Thank you for what you do. I have been to NOLA 3x's and sure I will be returning again until it's back. You will always have free room and board in California for visits at our humble aboad.
Adele, RZ, and Bear!
Wow, it is great to read that another one is safe and home.
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