An Impossible Wish Come True - 7-14-10

I have a dog. Have had for a couple of months, just hadn’t gotten around to journaling about her. She is, quite simply, an answer to a long-standing prayer.

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Ever since Cinnamon died six years ago, I have wanted another dog just like her, even though that was nothing short of impossible since Cinnamon was a grade-A mutt. We never knew what breed she was, though we suspected. So how could there be another like her? What other dog could have fur just that length that lays just that way? A plumed tail like that? Fur at her little floppy triangle ears that crimps when wet? Delicate paws and liquid brown eyes? Not to mention all the indefinable quirks and corners of her personality that made her such a perfect lady?

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Well, the answer is this dog. Felene is like a little fawn in her grace and elegant little built. Except for being a bit lighter in color – a true fawn rather than dusky Cinnamon – and missing the little tufted feet, she is a dead ringer for Cinnamon. I even wanted a slightly larger dog than Cinnamon because I started running after she died, and this one fits that bill, too. She is lovely to look at and enchanting to watch, as so many of her behaviors smack of Cinnamon more than any other dog.

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As if the looks weren’t enough, her personality is perfect. She is far more intelligent than Cinnamon, which suits me fine, as I’m more rigorous in training her than I was with Cinnamon. She already seemed to know some commands before ever coming to me and is learning more. She is smart and spunky, sweet and loving, and pretty to boot.

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It is impossible that she should be sitting at my feet now, gnawing on her bone. She should not exist. There could only be one random mix of breeds that led to Cinnamon, but I’ve had two. My parents marvel at how like Cinnamon she is, she melted their hearts from the first. This is the Secret in action, you skeptics. It took six years of careful breeding to get just the right mix of looks and personality. She was made just for me – designed to order, specific in all her parts. And she came to me at just the right age – 9 months – so puppyhood and all its frustrations were fading and I’d still have her for almost all of her life.

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It is possible – to put an impossible wish out to the great cosmic void and have it return to me. And it took six years because it took such careful breeding. It dizzies my mind to think of all the care that had to go into the design of this dog. But she was worth the wait. As soon as she came into my life on May 24, I didn’t think any longer of the long wait. It didn’t matter. She was worth the wait and she was finally here.