Yesterday a trip over the Blue Ridge Mountains took me to the meeting place to pick up the lovely little Cricket. The photo I'd seen of Cricket was not the best, and I knew that she was a "golden-mix" but I didn't expect her to be quite so small, (about 25 pounds) and so cute!
The niece of Cricket's former owner could not have been any more gracious, kind and caring. I felt like I was meeting a friend. She told me that Cricket had been the treasured companion of her aunt, whose name was "Flossie." When Flossie was in hospice care, the niece took Cricket to visit her, promising that she would make sure that Cricket had a good home after she was gone. I hope she felt that she'd kept her promise by giving her to me.
At the tender age of 16, Cricket is a little timid with an endearing tilt to her head and ears that stand up. Her meeting our group went pretty well, except for Shadow who got a little closer to her than she liked.
~Todd's not the littlest one anymore~
By mid-evening, I could see that Cricket was really tired, and it was easy to see she was confused about where she was and she wouldn't settle down. I decided that I would set up her crate and put her to bed. The niece had stopped by her Aunt's home and picked up a blanket for Cricket which I put it inside the crate; she burrowed into it and fell fast asleep. There was something so sweet and peaceful about watching Cricket sleep. I couldn't help but think that it must've been so comforting to her to have something so familiar on a day when her world had been turned upside down.