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Jun. 15th, 2004 08:22 pmWell, we did it. Class of 2004 has graduated. I'm now a rising freshman at Virginia Tech instead of a Senior at Oakton High School. It still hasn't quite hit me yet, not even after the butterflies that were in my stomach as I crossed the stage to shake Mr. Ostlaud's hand and get my diploma. I don't think it will hit me for a while yet.
I've been doing alot of thinking lately. More then I ever wanted too. And, its because, for the first time in my life, I felt I had been given a sign. It wasn't at graduation or at Baccalaurtte...it was at work. Never has an animal that has come into Pender hit me so hard nor had such an impact on my life. I know it sounds cheesy but, through a stray dog we named Bessie, I really know what I want to do with my life.
Bessie was brought in by a rescue league. She had been found in Georgia and was being taken to thier main hub up north. She was a beautiful white and tan pointer/somthing with the kindest eyes and personality. Well, the fact was, she was pregenet with 12 puppies (and now you know why we called her Bessie) and had been in labor since Wednesday night, and had not eaten anything since (it was Staurday when she was brought in). She hadn't had any of the puppies so the people were worried about her. Dr. Heatherly gave her something to induce labor and she and Helen helped her deliever three heealthy puppies and one that we had to put down before I left. All in all, ten of the puppies survived. Bessie did not.
I don't know why, but this dog touched something inside of me. Inside of alot of people at Pender. Here was this pregenet dog, who was in alot of pain and completely alone in the world. She had nothing, had no owners that were going to take care of her and take away her pain and make her happy. The helpless look in her eyes made you want to help, to do anything for this poor dog who had nothing and her current condition was most likely not even her fault. She didn't understand what was going on, only that she needed help. And I wish I could have done more to help her though I am glad that she passed away in place were people cared about her, instead of out on the street somewhere.
Because of Bessie, I know that if I can help one poor animal like that, my life will have meant something. Because of Bessie, I know that if I can help it, I won't let any dog be alone in the world. Because of Bessie, I confirmed what I want to do with my life. During all the speechs and stuff at Baccalarette, Bessie kept coming to mind and I even cried afterwards thinking about her and what she meant to me. It weird, that stray little dog moved me so much, or more, my wanting to help her with every fabric of my being.
Now I know Basel and Tigger are taking care of her, I know they'll love her and take care of her for me.
My graduation day and I'm writing about a dog. Seems fitting if you know me, doesn't it?
*is tearing up writing, though smiling all the way*
I've been doing alot of thinking lately. More then I ever wanted too. And, its because, for the first time in my life, I felt I had been given a sign. It wasn't at graduation or at Baccalaurtte...it was at work. Never has an animal that has come into Pender hit me so hard nor had such an impact on my life. I know it sounds cheesy but, through a stray dog we named Bessie, I really know what I want to do with my life.
Bessie was brought in by a rescue league. She had been found in Georgia and was being taken to thier main hub up north. She was a beautiful white and tan pointer/somthing with the kindest eyes and personality. Well, the fact was, she was pregenet with 12 puppies (and now you know why we called her Bessie) and had been in labor since Wednesday night, and had not eaten anything since (it was Staurday when she was brought in). She hadn't had any of the puppies so the people were worried about her. Dr. Heatherly gave her something to induce labor and she and Helen helped her deliever three heealthy puppies and one that we had to put down before I left. All in all, ten of the puppies survived. Bessie did not.
I don't know why, but this dog touched something inside of me. Inside of alot of people at Pender. Here was this pregenet dog, who was in alot of pain and completely alone in the world. She had nothing, had no owners that were going to take care of her and take away her pain and make her happy. The helpless look in her eyes made you want to help, to do anything for this poor dog who had nothing and her current condition was most likely not even her fault. She didn't understand what was going on, only that she needed help. And I wish I could have done more to help her though I am glad that she passed away in place were people cared about her, instead of out on the street somewhere.
Because of Bessie, I know that if I can help one poor animal like that, my life will have meant something. Because of Bessie, I know that if I can help it, I won't let any dog be alone in the world. Because of Bessie, I confirmed what I want to do with my life. During all the speechs and stuff at Baccalarette, Bessie kept coming to mind and I even cried afterwards thinking about her and what she meant to me. It weird, that stray little dog moved me so much, or more, my wanting to help her with every fabric of my being.
Now I know Basel and Tigger are taking care of her, I know they'll love her and take care of her for me.
My graduation day and I'm writing about a dog. Seems fitting if you know me, doesn't it?
*is tearing up writing, though smiling all the way*
