Godsent

There are just some stories that you just can't make up. 

This is one of them...

Two days before we moved into our new place I received a phone call from my sister, telling me that she needed someone to dogsit while she was away in Bangkok for an entire week. I repeatedly asked her if there was anyone else she could leave Wallis with but the fact that she called me meant that all her other dogsitters were unavailable. So despite my viral fever I agreed and dogsat.

Within the first 10 minutes of Wallis' arrival, she had already pooed at the foot of the staircase, I scolded her, put her back in her crate and cleaned up the mess. 'How am I going to spend an entire week with this dog?' I thought. I was also told that Wallis was not the brightest and would walk all over her poo if her crate was not cleaned fast enough. So I'd be stressed waking up every morning hoping that she was not soiled. It was not fun.

However, after 3 days, Wallis and I got into a little routine and I have to admit I fell in love with her. We moved into the new place with her and she seemed to follow me everywhere I went. To the kitchen, to the bathroom and she'd even plop underneath my legs on the sofa. 

I loved that the new house didn't seem so big with her around. She seemed to light up every time I came home and would endlessly shower me with affection. How could you not fall in love with a creature like that? Dog or not...

When it was time for Wallis to go home, I said goodbye with a very heavy heart. It was then that hubby promised that we'd get a pup as soon as possible.

So, like we do everything in this household, we started our research - to adopt or buy, pedigree or mixed breed, male or female. We read up on beagles, dobermans, german shepards, golden retrievers, jack russell terriers. We visited breeders, went to SPCA, PAWS, the pet shops in Mid Valley, The Curve, GE Mall, Tropicana Mall, and then I was told to check out petfinder.my and discovered the KL Pooch Rescue Team.

It was here that I fell in love with a puppy named Charlie. He was the most handsome puppy I'd ever seen. He had a beautiful shiny black coat of fur, long muscular limbs and what I'd like to call lion-like paws. Charlie was de-wormed on the day we saw him so it was a little hard to see his real temperament so we decided to come back in 2 days and it was then and there we signed the papers to adopt him.

We were given till Friday to prep our home for the little pup but in the mean time we started thinking of names for him. We thought of Bulan, since it was a full moon on the night we adopted him. But for some reason I thought of the name Angus and was adamant on naming him that but hubs refused to let me give our puppy from Klang, a Scottish name.

The day before Charlie was supposed to arrive, we were told that he had fallen ill. We were told that he may have eaten something that caused him to throw up and gave him diarrhoea. We were also told that it was not a cause for concern because puppies tend to eat anything and everything and it was a normal problem however, they said that they would wait for him to recover fully before bringing him over to our house.

For the next 3 days, Charlie seemed to get progressively worse and on Saturday morning, I received a phone call saying that Charlie had taken a turn for the worse. He was going to be discharged so that he wouldn't have to spend his last night alone. He didn't make it and passed away at 3 am on the 12th of February.

I learned that he suffered from the very fatal parvovirus, which attacks the gastrointestinal tract of puppies. However, as they say, every cloud has a silver lining.

The KL Pooch Rescue Team informed me that Charlie had a brother who was recently discharged from the hospital. Ironically, he survived from the very disease that killed his brother and the name that the rescue team gave him was...

 Angus.

Of course when I heard this, I kept his name to myself and just told hubby that we needed to go over and have a look at Charlie's brother. We were very hesitant on adopting him right after his brother had passed but after we saw him we knew that he was waiting for us all along. After we agreed on taking him home one of the KL Pooch Rescuers called him and hubby did a double take and asked "What is his name?" I giggled. It's not even funny how I always seem to get my way!

We have had Angus for 2 weeks now and I can't even imagine what took him so long to get here...