Today is Cindy’s (Nellie’s) ninth birthday!!
I cannot tell you happy it makes me every year that she is able to celebrate her birthday! And unlike Snowy, we know exactly when her birthday is, according to the papers she came with.
For those new to the blog, Cindy was my first-ever foster and as such, holds a very, very special spot in my heart. She holds that special spot for so many more reasons than just being my first foster, though. Cindy was a puppy mill mama and over the six months that I had her, I learned how rewarding it is to see a dog learn how to be a pet. It sounds so silly – learn how to be a pet? – but she had NO idea what being a family dog meant.
Cindy spent the first seven years of her life in a puppy mill; we don’t know exactly what it was like but she was likely kept in a wire cage, saw little to no significant time outside that cage, was forced to produce litter after litter and never received proper veterinary care. Her c-sections were likely done in horrendously unsafe conditions as evidenced by the fact that when her forever family had her spayed, it was a very complicated surgery as they had to essentially dig through layers of scar tissue. Her paws were splayed (due to the wire cage, I’m positive) and her joints? Horrible. Her shoulders were/are bowed and I’ll never forget when our vet sort of pushed her shoulders up and in to show me where the joints should be. Her back was/is swayed and she was both heartworm and lyme positive when we got her.
But she was not only an absolute trooper through all the medical treatments she had to endure but also a true sweetheart. Every single day she amazed me by her ability to be so sweet after being so abused for so long.
And she had so many cute little idiosyncrasies. For example, her jowls would puff out and flap every time she exhaled particularly hard. It was so cute. And the way she would take minutes to adjust the couch pillows just so until she was happy enough to settle down on them (see above!). I’ll never forget the first time she ran or how, before she began heartworm treatment, she would slowly trail behind Lucy and me on our walks around the block, no leash needed. She was A: too slow and B: just wanted to be with us – it never seemed to cross her mind that running away (not that she ran fast enough to get away…) was an option.
Cindy’s adoption process was a tough one; twice we thought she had found her forever home only to have the homes fall through. But it was all for a reason as Cindy found the absolute best home ever. Truly. She is loved beyond belief.
Here are a few more of my favorites photos of the birthday girl.
Like Snowy, I miss this squish every single day. It’s because of her and my wonderful experience with being her foster mom that I continue to foster. Happy Birthday, sweet girl!