About what might have been.
My niece is studying to be a veterinarian. She likes animals and has raised chickens, ducks, rabbits, and for the last two years has had a rescue dog.
The Dog. Niece named the dog Neula (derived from New Life). Neula was a dog abused from puppyhood by her “owner”. This scum “won” Neula in a custody battle during a divorce. The man didn’t actually like or want the dog, just didn’t want the ex to have her.
Neula was a mix of several of the bully breeds by appearance but not a purebred dog at all and the cutest, prettiest dog you could wish for. A largeish medium or smallish large dog, she had a sweet personality with women and girls, but males she would not tolerate. Niece’s goal was to properly socialize the girl into at least tolerating menfolk enough to not need to be caged or muzzled.
I eventually became one of Neula’s favorites, the “Treats Uncle”. The last couple of weeks before the end she would actually only give me a cursory growl when I would enter the house and then I would be graced with licks and loves and snuggles here and there for whatever amount of time I spent there. Oh Grandpa Guest got foot warming, and Grandma Guest got a snuggle now and then and Mama (Neice) was obeyed, but, I was the favored one to everyone’s astonishment (including mine). This was a dog that distrusted and hated men and boys with a passion that verged on violence.
She came so so far. In the two months before the end, Niece started keeping Neula kenneled because she was afraid of her. The last time I saw Neula she snapped at my wife. Her last week on this earth, she not only snapped at Grandpa, she broke the skin and drew blood. All this surprised me as more and more she seemed to me to be progressing wonderfully.
When Niece adopted Neula, she was told that because of the socialization problems, there would be no second chance for the dog with the Humane Society and that none of the other local shelters would accept her. So, right before Christmas Eve, Neula breathed her last as she was put to sleep.
We all wonder what happened, why she not only regressed after all the progress made, but actually reversed herself and loved me and was aggressive with all others to include women and girls.
So, as the title suggests, I have this small mourning for what almost was and never happened