The first half of his life is a mystery. We’ll never know what he experienced, or how he interpreted it. The wounds, the hurts, the sadness…. loneliness. Yet, we do know the second half of his life. It was with US.
April Fools Day, the road trip to meet him was long and tedious. Upon arrival, amidst his shaved body and sores on his skin, I saw into his transparant eyes. He was a keeper. A deep soul. That boy named Duncan was to come home with us that very day.
Four years of life had gone by previous to our meeting. We never knew what he had been through, nor will we. Often I envisioned he was stuck in a cage for those years. His habit was to have his head propped up on a wall, or he’d secure himself under the four legs of a chair, so he still had the sense of familiar four walls, invisible or not. I suppose my interpretation could be wrong. Nonetheless, someone had given him up, and he was mine to love, learn, and befriend.
We received the unexpected call from the Scottish Terrier Rescue, just prior to April 1, April Fools Day. Truth was, this was no joke. We drove an hour and a half to go see him, knowing full well, we’d be riding home with this 4 year old little boy.
Shaved due to his matted coat, first glance, he didn’t appear to be anything special. He smelled a bit like medicine. I grabbed the leash, and walked along side of him, as if it was something we’ve done a million times. We walked the edges of the rest stop, our meeting place. Definitely, he was coming home. We could love this boy. He was little, compared to our other Scottie, and he had a bigger head than we were used to. Kinda funny, in a pitiful way, it was definate he was going to be our new family member.