When
the neighbour appeared at the door with a milk bottle in her hand my
mum asked jokingly ...
“Do
you have a baby?”
“No,
but you do!” ... was her reply.
. . . .
. . . . . . .
(I
was 9 years old at the time)
On
this particular day my mum had to make a trip to the city and the
next door neighbour was going to keep an eye on me if she didn't get
back in time.
The
school day was over and while playing with other kids at the front of
our apartment block awaiting my mum's return, I overheard something
terrible.
A
few boys had confiscated all the puppies born only yesterday to a
homeless dog and were on their way right now to drown them in the big
hole filled with water at the abandoned brickworks site.
The
news was more than horrifying and I had to do something ... but what?
Having
no time to waste I decided to save at least one of them and I was
thrilled when my year older neighbour Mariola joined me in the
fastest run ever with the hope of grabbing a puppy each before it was
to late.
I
can no longer tell you how we did it, but we did it!
And
while the details of our battle have faded away, a memory of our
victorious run back home with two tiny treasures will always remain
in my heart ... and so will the sadness of loosing the other eight.
As
my mum was still away, I asked my next door neighbour for help and
while she was trying to find a milk bottle for the crying puppy I
felt a great fear arising inside of me.
“What
are my parents going to say to this?”
“In
how much trouble am I going to be?”
“What
is going to happened to me and the puppy?” and ... knock on the
door!
. . . .
. . . . . . .
“What
do you mean ... I have a baby?” ... my mum asked the neighbour as
the answer made its appearance ...
Faced
with two sets of puppy eyes and the whole rescue story behind it, she
was “check mate” to open her heart.
“I
guess, I better take them home” ... she replied.
. . . .
. . . . . . .
While
fussing around the little one we totally forgot about my dad until we
heard a key turning.
“Dad,
dad, look what we have!” ... my heartfelt determination began a
final plea.
You
should have seen me jumping for joy when the last deciding signature
landed on the imaginary adoption certificate.
“What
are you going to name him?” ... asked my dad.
And
this is how a tiny boy named Bambo officially joined our family.
A
decision to follow one's heart without knowing if a door is going to
open is not easy to make, but there are times when we need to take
such risk.
Life
is not as simple as the game of chess. There are no black and white
squares to follow, but rather many shades of grey for your heart to
choose from.
With
big thanks to my parents for opening their hearts.
Illustrations by Jane Corrigan
Illustrations by Jane Corrigan