I Almost Lose Her

This is part five of a six part series called Our Story. 


Don’t worry, she didn’t almost die or get sick or anything.

Honestly, at first I didn’t even want to write about this. It scares me to think about how close I came to not having Michga. But it’s an important part of our early story, and perhaps it sealed our mutual attachment.

Michga and her sisters were around six weeks old. Dad wanted one puppy, his girlfriend wanted another, so he wanted to sell the third. And Michga was “worth” the most money (because of her coat, she’s more chocolate colored than the others).

I begged and begged dad not to sell her because I loved her, and she was so attached to me, she wasn’t going to be happy with someone else. But money talks, I suppose. I didn’t have $800 to offer for her, and so she went home for a trail run with a potential buyer.

Those were a couple of rough days without her. I kept worrying about how she was doing, not trusting anybody but myself to understand her. I wonder if I cried. I can’t remember.

But this is one instance where Michga’s fear of strangers was a blessing. She refused to play with the kids in the family she went home with. She’d cower and hide, and so after a few days, I came home to find her playing out in the yard with her sisters again. That was probably one of the happiest days of my life.

I got my baby back

I got my baby back

The next post will be the last in this series, and then I’ll be starting my regular pattern of blogging!

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