marsha

Chapter 6

march 2, 2007

Today I was starting a new job at our local humane society and I was so excited. I was now 18, and since I was 16, I'd had a few different jobs, but none of them were really for me. I loved animals so I knew this would be a great job for me.
I walked in and immediately wanted to see the animals.
One that caught my eye was an adorable German shepherd puppy. It was so tiny, couldn't have even been a year old.
"How old is this one?" I said, pointing to the dog.
My co-worker, Stephanie, walked over to me and replied, "Oh, Marsha? She's about 8 months. She was rescued from a hoarder house when she was about 5 months. They don't know what happened to her parents as the house only had puppies."
Her words echoed in my ears.
Marsha.
Did I hear that right?
"Marsha?" I thought out loud.
"Yeah. She was named when she came here."
I sat in shock for a moment before telling her, "That was my childhood dog's name. And she was a German shepherd, too." I tried not to cry.
"Oh my gosh, that's so sweet. Look, I think she likes you." Stephanie laughed as Marsha pounced towards me."You can go in with her if you want. She doesn't bite."
I didn't hesitate to go in. I sat down and she jumped right on me.
She's just like my girl I thought as I pet her.
She settled down and rested her head in my lap, just like Marsha used to do. I could almost feel that it was her.

When I got home that night, I immediately told my mom and Bailey, who was now 10, about my experience at work.
"That's wonderful, Kris. It's definitely her." my mom said.
"Yeah." Bailey agreed.