With all the depressing news nowadays, it’s refreshing to read some heart-warming stories.
The first is about a lost narwhale adopted by a pod of Beluga whales. (Read the article for details.)
The second is Goodbye Miss Kiska, Hu-dad’s tribute to Kiska at The Thundering Herd. Here is one excerpt from the post:
Dad was meeting Siberians in various rescues trying to decide who would come home to join Natasha and Rusty and form our threesome …. So many beautiful Siberian Huskies to choose from, but one ragged, scared, shy girl kept peeking out at us. The person running the rescue said, “Sometimes, you don’t get the dog you want. Sometimes, you get the dog you need.” And so Waverly came home with us, renamed Kiska (Russian for pure).
Miss Kiska had learned in her early life that humans were not to be trusted. The rescue had helped her so much, but she found herself in a strange place with strange people, unsure whether they were good. She resisted being touched and preferred to hide. Hu-Dad took to sitting on the deck with her, reading a book, and waiting for her to make the first move. Over the coming days, she would approach and sniff, before running and hiding. Each time she would get closer until the day when Hu-Dad felt the tip of her nose on the back of his neck. He sat still, waiting, hoping, while she investigated. After a long period of time, she rested her head on his shoulder while he read aloud to her. She had found her permanent home, the one that would keep her safe.
Is it any wonder that one of the first things I do every day is to check this site? Occasionally the post is sad, but it’s always heartwarming.
Glad she found a home and she safe.
Coffee is on
She just died, the post was a eulogy, but she had a good life and was well loved.
Crying
Happy tears
I cried as I read Hu-dad’s post and wrote this one, but I agree, I was so happy that she had found a good home.
There’s much comfort reading stories about lives of animals, especially when there’s a positive ending. I still feel sorrow from childhood with a young dog I had to give up. We had formed such a bond that when I was allowed to see him a year later his welcome was overwhelming. Heartbreakingly to me, I also perceived he had likely been abused in the name of training and discipline to herd cattle and/or sheep.
That hurts! Even though I didn’t know the pup, I was close to some when I volunteered at the shelter and was happy they found a good home. I would have been heartbroken if I discovered they had been abused, and it hurts just to read about your experience.
Chutki as you know is a rescue. She was also immobile with both hind legs fractured and she too was vary of the three of us in the beginning. It took a while for her to warm up to Manjiree, Ranjan and then me in that order.
Being patient and understanding is the key. She’s obviously a happy pup now, and that’s heartwarming.
still brings tears. when I first read of her dying I cried.
every time he ever did a post on her it’s as if they had that special bond.
she knew she could trust him always. and it showed. I loved the way she checked security! like it was her job.
I’m glad you posted about her here. they’re all always special. but some just touch your heart in an unknown way. and Kiska touched mine.
I chose this picture to include even though she looked happier in other ones. It was so good to see them, but the expression in this one is the same as she had when she did her security rounds.