Posted on April 10, 2009
SILVER LININGS TURN TO GOLD
Sometimes the most amazing parts of our lives are born out of some of the worst parts of our lives.
“I hate to see you cry,
Lying there in that position.
There’s things you need to hear,
So turn off your tears and listen.”
Many weeks ago, in a search to find the right dog to call my own, I came across one dog’s profile. While I looked at countless profiles of dogs in foster care and shelters all across the Province, there was one little face attached to a happy name that I just couldn’t shake.
I’d visit Jordy’s profile over and over again to the point I practically had his information memorized. His tiny face was burned into my memory and his photo’s been saved in my cell phone for almost a month now. I knew at the time that I was weeks away from moving into my dog-friendly apartment, but I decided that I had nothing to lose, so I e-mailed his foster care organization for an application form.
A few days later, the form arrived in my e-mail inbox but with a cautionary message that a handful of others had already applied for Jordy and were currently in the screening process. I didn’t allow that to discourage me, and instead filled out all ten pages.
“You know it’s nothing new,
Bad news never had good timing.
Then the circle of your friends,
Will defend the silver lining.”
Despite every sucker-punch 2009 has knocked me down with, I knew that there was something about my attempted adoption of Jordy that encouraged me to keep going. With tons of support from loved ones and friends, I started the hoop-jumping process. Before long, I found out that all the others who had applied to adopt Jordy had been turned down. After phone interviews, reference checks and a personal home visit, I was finally allowed to meet Jordy this afternoon. My application had been approved, and the ball was now in my court, so to speak.
As I got behind the wheel in today’s beautiful sunshine, with Sarah McLachlan making the trip to Duncan nostalgic, I set out for Jordy’s foster home. My stomach was mixed with nervous anticipation and excitement. I wasn’t sure how Jordy would react and was secretly worried that after all I’d gone through in the application process that Jordy wouldn’t take to me.
“Pain throws your heart to the ground,
Love turns the whole thing around.
No, it won’t all go the way, it should,
But I know the heart of life is good.”
What happened this afternoon surprised everyone… me, Jordy and even his foster mom. For a dog who is normally so fixated on his “person,” Jordy and I were drawn to each other within moments. He was affectionate, cuddly, kissy and loving. The three of us took one of the other foster dogs for a walk in the woods, but before long, Jordy was instead sticking directly at my side, glancing up every 15-20 seconds to make sure I was still close by. And suddenly, he stopped and reached up to be picked up by me. His foster mom called the moment “amazing” as sunlight literally cut between the trees and onto Jordy and I as I held his little body in my arms. He chose me; I chose him.
Next Sunday, April 19th, I will be bringing Jordy back to Vancouver and into his forever home. The love I feel for this little monkey is so unlike anything I’ve felt before. His photos don’t even remotely do him any sort of justice, and what I found in Jordy was a million times more amazing than I could have ever expected.
I can’t imagine my life being in any other place than right here and now.