Kali’s new life in America and the mountains is now a long running story.
As most owners of a rescue pet know it’s the pet that usually rescues us and provides us with a more enriched life. So often it is the pet, in my case Kali, who teaches us new ways to love, re-calibrates our priorities, and shows us that the simplest things in life can also be the most rewarding and heartening.
It’s been three and half years since Kali rescued me. I vividly remember the moment her crate was opened and she was released to us at SFO after a 12 hour flight from Taiwan. The bond was instant and was fortified on the drive home and in the ensuing days and weeks.
So while Kali’s adventure is a long running one she herself rarely runs…. or trots, or gallops. Kali is rarely in a hurry to get anywhere except to her food bowl and even then doesn’t run although she does display a remarkable ability to pirouette, bounce, and hop. A main reason for the lack of speed are her hips which, typical of Goldens, are not in great shape. She has dysplasia in one hip and the other, while not diagnosed, is not much better.
So on the rare occasion Kali does “run” it makes me laugh and smile. It’s not the fact that she’s “running” but that it is so darn cute. Because even when Kali is moving fast (for her) it’s not very graceful. If you saw Kali “run” (note the quote marks around the word run and running in the proceeding sentences when referring to Kali) it would not inspire images of racehorses, jack rabbits, or world class athletes. When Kloe runs it might but not Kali. Kali’s motion when moving fast is as much up and down as it is forward. You might say that she runs with her entire body, head to tail, perhaps to compensate for those wonky hips of hers.
Picture a long wavelength and you will get an idea of how Kali runs; it takes a lot of up and down to move forward just a little bit…
Kali’s “running” motion
There is a gate that leads out of our patio onto the driveway and surrounding land. This is the gate Kali and I usually leave from to go on our walks or across to my office. For Kali walks translate to treats. My office sometimes translates to a bully stick to chew on or at the least a respite from her sister Kloe’s antics and chance to have dad all to herself. There is also an area nearby my office where raccoons and other critters have made a “deposit” the previous night. Much to my chagrin Kali loves to forage for those deposits…
More often than not when we go out the gate Kali begins running with her up and down and up and down motion. As she “runs” she turns back to me with a smile on her face as if to say, “look at me, I’m running – can you believe it?” Or maybe it’s to say, “C’mon, I’ll show you where all the critters pooped last night.” Whatever it is it makes me smile and laugh out loud as Kali reminds me that the simplest things in life can also be the most rewarding and heartening.
And it’s these moments that I am most grateful to have been rescued by my Golden Kali.
A picture of Kali not running…