My dog Pony is five years old today. We did the usual doggie birthday thing of going for a long walk in the sporatic rain, eating too much and enjoying a large shopping spree at Pony's favorite pet store. She's the best thing that ever happened to me.
A long time ago, when I was homeless in England, I took in a 16 year old abandoned mixed breed dog named Rusty. He only lived another few months, but made a huge impression on me, since he was my first dog. He died in February 2002 and it wasn't until almost two years later did I feel recovered enough to think about getting another dog.
Since I was still homeless at the time, I was not allowed to adopt a dog from a shelter. I also seriously lacked the money to buy a dog. Any dog I would get would have to come to me. I don't do many magic spells because they take up so much time and effort. Besides, I may later come to regret them.
But I did a spell for a dog. I asked the Goddess Hecate for a dog and gave her a list of requirements. Months later, I was told that a friend's bitch had escaped for a night on the town while she was in heat and just gave birth to four puppies. The birthdate was August 13, which used to be a festival day for the Goddess Hecate.
Since then, Pony and I have been through a lot, including getting beat up by the same man; watching our home burn down; trans-atlantic flight and living in America. Pony's chased away my nightmares.
Sometimes, watching her twitch in her sleep and snore, I wonder about that spell I did long ago and our life since. Although I dont believe that "all things work together for good for them that love God", it is nice to look at her and know that sometimes, sometimes, I can just hear a voice whisper:
"And they all lived happily ever after."
