The first dog I saw when I entered the hoarding house on Friday was a majestic looking collie, quiet as a mouse, you could tell this girl was an old soul. A dog wise beyond her years. She was laying in a crate, covered in her own feces and urine, with not even so much as a blanket for her comfort. The smell in the house was enough to make your eyes water, and the stench of ammonia burned my nose. I looked in at this girl, she had no food and an inch of dirt/dog fur laying in the bottom of her completely dry water bucket. She showed no emotion, and made me a little nervous. I talked to her, and I got nothing. I asked her if she was okay, and explained that we were there to help her. I explained that she would be fed and watered soon, and promised her I would find a safe place for her to stay. There was something about these collies that just touched my core. So noble, and understanding. I almost felt as if they were part human.
When we got back to the shelter that night, we divided dogs up. Aggressive or problem pooches stayed at the shelter, while the rest went to the makeshift kennel. My collie friend stayed at the shelter because she had gotten into a dog fight. I knew this girl was stressed. She had not been fed or watered for several days up to this point, she had to ride in the back of a van with a bunch of other dogs, and she was surrounded by chaos in the kennels that night. The next morning when collie rescue got there, I told them I would take up to 2 collies home with me to foster. Sharon decided to give me this girl so we could make sure her temperament was sound and she didn't have any problems. She didn't. All of the drama of the situation was just way beneath her. She deserved to be more than just one dog in a sea of 85. She knew this about herself. It was evident in her eyes.
I love feminine names for deserving dogs, and I decided this girl deserved a great name. She would no longer be known as Dog 62. While she was in my care I would call her Stella. A dog as beautiful as her, was way more than a number and deserved a name! As I came to this realization I looked on the floor in front of Stella's cage I noticed a penny. It was heads up, and I knew this was a sign. It was a sign that Stella was going to do amazing things and go amazing places. Stella, the wise old soul of a collie, was going to get her groove back.
This is the beginning of her story and all great stories deserve happy endings. I for one can't wait to watch Stella's story unfold. I know that there is some lucky person out there, and unbeknownst to them they are about to be touched by an angel: Stella.