Come and meet the world Cerise Rose
Renae and Twinkle met Cerise Rose the other day. Their new sister.
She’ll be coming home to us at Christmas, once a few health checks and details have been sorted out and we’ve returned from a quick French trip.
She’s only recently left a life of confinement and breeding and has a long journey ahead of her to reach happiness, but one we’re more than delighted to get going on together.
While I wish to give a home to another dog, and since Susie-Belle’s passing knew we would do it for sure, my priority is Twinkle. I’ve been prepared to be patient until the perfect companion for her comes along, as she needs a friend who will not be as plagued by anxieties as she is. I’ve not had to wait long, Cerise seems to be a perfect match: while she’s timid, and wary of humans, she’s not of the same level of complication as Twinkle.
She’s currently in the perfect care of my DBARC friends Donna and Janet and they both know Twinkle well, and our lives, and have no doubts that both Cerise and Twinkle, and of course Renae, will be a happy dynamic. I’ve never had any worries about Renae, she showed Susie-Belle the ropes, then Twinkle and is perfectly accommodating and thoughtful to whoever we decide to share our home with.
Cerise may know that she has a special set of paws she’s stepping into, but we’ve assured her, that while Susie-Belle will no doubt be looking down on us all, and helping us on our way together, Cerise can be whoever she decides she wants to be with us. All in good time. All exactly when, and however she decides. We’ll love her, guide her and provide her with the life she deserves. And not expect her to be Susie-Belle.
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting-
over and over announcing your place
In the family of things.
‘Wild Geese’ by Mary Oliver