Dear Santa, > > On December 24th 2007 I was outside alone, watching the family inside > the warm house enjoying what the humans call Christmas Eve. I was > trying really hard to stay warm in my drafty dog house, I was > shivering and hungry. Suddenly, I heard a voice asking me if I had a > Christmas Wish. I was scared because no one ever talked to me except > to scold me or make fun of me. When I looked up I saw you hovering > above me in your sled and your reindeer were shaking their bells, it > was the first time I ever heard music. I will always remember the > sound of the beautiful jingle music your reindeers played for me on > that cold night; suddenly I felt a sense of hope. I asked you for > only one thing, I said "Santa, next year can I be inside and not > outside on Christmas Eve". You said simply, "Yes" then you and your > reindeer disappeared into the twinkling lights of the universe. > > Time passed and it was summer when I got really sick, I did not know > what was wrong with me. The Doctor said my heart was not working the > way it should, and I had a really bad skin infection and the medicine > was very expensive. My people would not spend any money helping me, > they took me to a place called a shelter. I was taken to a room with > a wet concrete floor to lay on. The shelter people were not told I > was sick and needed medicine because my heart did not work right. I > don't know how many days I was there, but I overheard a lady talking > about me and that rescue was coming to pick me up. I did not know > what rescue was, but I waited for rescue, whatever that was. > > The shelter worker took me to the front desk where another lady was > signing papers for this thing called rescue. Oh, Santa I had lost > most of my hair, had a skin infection, ear infection and was having a > hard time walking, I was so sick and afraid. The rescue lady kissed > me on my head, and told me she was a rescue lady. She talked gently > to me, telling me not to be afraid, you are safe with me. She carried > me to her car and laid me in a nice soft bed and I went to sleep, > feeling safe for the first time in my life. > > A few days later, I was having trouble breathing, the Doctor said I > was in heart failure and needed to stay at the hospital. The rescue > lady started to cry, and told me again not to be afraid, the Doctor > would take good care of me. I really don't remember too much about > those days in the hospital except the rescue lady came to visit > everyday and told me she loved me. I got much better Santa, and the > rescue lady took me home with lots of medicine that would help my > heart and heal my skin infection. She told me I was going to live > with her forever, she was my Mommy now and she would always take care > of me, because I was a "special needs" dog. > > Many months have passed, it's almost Christmas Eve. I just wanted to > let you know I am inside and we have a tree with twinkling lights on > it. I know now, when I watched you disappear last year into the > twinkling lights of the universe, "Yes" meant I would be inside this > year looking up at the twinkling lights from under my Christmas tree. > > Love, > Gracie >
-- "I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has endowed us with sense, reason and intellect has intended us to forgo their use." --Galileo Galilei Glenda Ponderosa Pomeranians and Petites Poquita, Molly, Isabella, Chandler, Joy Joy and all the fosters
