Rebel
was our Christmas "baby." We adopted her from the pound in December,
1995. She was 12 weeks old and weighed 13 pounds.
Rebel had been brought to the pound with
internal injuries that they had to operate to fix the vet thought that
she might have been kicked. Our hearts went out to her when we heard that.
But she was such a trusting little dog. She happily followed wherever I led
her on the leash and fell asleep in my lap on the car ride home.
Duke was
in the living room when when we got home. We let Rebel off the leash and she flew
right to Duke as if she had known him all her life. She licked him and crawled
all over him. She won Duke over right away. We both watched them with love and
tenderness blossoming in our hearts for this little angel.
From that moment on Rebel was the light of all our lives. She loved her crate.
We never had to force her in. She would sleep peacefully in it at night until we
got up to let her out...she never made a fuss.
As Rebel grew older, we took her everywhere (we couldn't take Duke, because he
barked his head off whenever we went farther than 20 feet from him). She was always
a little lady wherever she went. Everyone commented that she was so well
behaved, so "mellow."
At our relatives' houses Rebel would lay quietly under a table or in a corner,
watching everyone lovingly. If we tied her up at a corner at the gym, she would
settle down and wait patiently wait until we came back. Of all our dogs, she was
the only one who never chewed anything she wasn't supposed to.
Needless to say, when we lost her, we were devastated. Our lives were so
empty without her serenity and love. My husband and I had just begun talking
about starting a family and we both envisioned her as the perfect little friend
and protector to our someday baby when we lost her. Now we'll never
know...
This page is dedicated to our Rebel and all that might have been. We know
that she's waiting patiently for us over the Rainbow
Bridge, but we miss her
just the same.
