Love me to dead
So I rescued Taz! and I treated him with love and lots of patience. My theory is that he was never properly loved. I think he was neglected, alone, tied up and left by himself without ever receiving a caress or any loving attention. He probably got extremely anxious from being tied up so every time somebody approach him he just new to jump them in excitement and what he received back were punches. I remember reading once of a story about orphan babies in Russia. That there were so many and the orphanage was so poorly staff that most of them were left in there cribs 99% of the time. So they develop this syndrome were they would stand up holding up against the cribs railings and just rock themselves constantly. It was just heartbreaking. So Taz! is like that, he is in constant movement, he doesn’t know how to be still and even though he desires human touch or some kind of kindness, he gets too eager when it happens. So much so that him being so big and fierce he unintentionally causes damage to the one trying to care for him.
I am glad it is me. Not because I like having this burden and getting hurt like this. Actually it has been kind of devastating and exhausting. I have even broke down and cry right on the sidewalk when going for a walk with him just because every time I have to wrestle with him and I end up hurt. I am glad it is me because I cannot think of many people that could have the conviction and in turn the patience. It is not that I am a saint or a martir or anything of a sort, it’s just the way I am built.
Anyway, he is much better now. Much better, and for that I feel satisfied and proud. He has found a great home now, thanks to Craigslist. He will be going there on Saturday, Thank God. But I have to admit that when I am there with him on the floor loving him and he is just loving it, I feel for him; I care for him and I am probably going to miss him a bit. He is unique and handsome after all.
