Steve commented this morning on how different it was to participate in a CCI graduation ceremony with a graduating dog (rather than a puppy being placed). In the past, when we turned in Tucker and then Yuli and then Brando, we'd seen the little video presentation introducing the graduates (the dog recipients), and we'd been touched by their stories and warmed by the thought of how the dogs would be improving their lives. But yesterday, the persistent thoughts that assailed both Steve and me were: Who are these people who'll be taking Brando? Are they responsible? Will they treat him well? Will they love him?
What a great response, I thought. These are folks who realize that dogs need training and safe quarters. And in the conversation that flowed among us in the hour that followed, Aimee and Debbie sounded like they were enchanted by Brando -- charmed by his passion for balls and love of the fluffy toy they'd given him; warmed by his capacity for melting into you and suffusing you with his cuddly love. Yuriy can't say very much, but he made it clear he wanted to give me a hug. And his wife told me he had also insisted on giving at least a few verbal commands to Brando himself. She said Yuriy sometimes became very anxious, but when soft, soft Brando climbed into his lap or snuggled up against him in bed, Yuliy calmed. He seemed happier than she had seen him in years, she told me.
By the time the brunch ended, Steve and I were convinced that these were wonderful people -- the best anyone could want for the puppy they had raised. And our reunion with Brando a little later reminded us of what a lovely soul they were getting. I could see him recognize us and explode with happy tail-wagging wiggliness. He looked ecstatic, laying on this back, getting his belly rubbed and his nose caressed. He was the puppy I had loved for 16 months -- but also a calmer, obviously more mature and solid animal.
When they finally called our names, I was happy that the entire assembly rose to their feet and cheered for Yuriy as least as loudly as they had for the other veterans receiving dogs. Or was it louder? (or was that only in my imagination?) When we handed over Brando's leash, he climbed up on Yuriy's lap and nuzzled his face and wagged his tail. Clearly, he was in a place that made him happy.
It was a deeply emotional experience about which I could write much more. But I won't. I'll only mention the other most persistent realization we both took from the experience. Over and over in the past few weeks, people have complimented Steve and me and told us how noble and virtuous and selfless we are to raise these puppies to give away to someone else whose life will be enriched. This has long seemed like a sham to us. The truth is that we raise the puppies because doing so gives us endless pleasure and entertainment, and also because we cherish the community of fine people who get involved with CCI.
But it's also true that it IS difficult to say goodbye to a fabulous dog that you love a lot. Now that we've gone the whole distance, I can testify that knowing that the dog is going to someone extraordinary, someone who will love the dog even more than we would, goes a long, long way to making it easier.
Aimee's thank you note to us. |