Beagle Mafia

I start this post off with just a sigh. I remember that day as if it were yesterday. I remember the chaos, I remember the phone calls, I remember watching the news and never turning it off, I remember hugging Capo harder then I ever hugged him before, I remember the complete helpless feeling, I remember the ash on our cars, I remember the smoke, the empty skyline, I remember and I will NEVER forget.

I remember waking up on every anniversary and watching all the memorial services. I remember all those feelings and wounds being opened up again. The feeling that I have on this day is that of deep depression. Its almost paralyzing, I dont want to go anywhere or do anything but basically replay that day in my head over and over again. Probably not healthy but the truth. There was a mark made my heart and soul that day and it can not be erased or forgotten. It stays for ever with me.

As I sat here in my gloom and doom all day, I got a phone call from a lady who found a beagle puppy at her granddaughter's bus stop. Normally we do not take in strays because it costs too much to vet them but I knew this little boy was the light in the darkness of the day. This is our very first puppy we have gotten to rescue, you see we are usually only called by local shelters to rescue beagles(older, sick, heart worm positive) who we are there last chance before facing euthanasia. This is a very big day for our rescue.

In honor of this day, we think we are going to call this little guy Sirius. Look at how stinking cute he is....