Does Love Have a Limit?

I was telling my friend how I was excited about mya treat, thinking perhaps I could tempt her with this
new pending arrival. As a volunteer foster forand lead her outside. When I returned, I found she
rescued Pomeranian dogs, I talked about my effortshad eliminated in my living room. As I approached, her
as often as I could. When I told my friend of thebody shook with terror. Her eyes popped wide open
Pomeranian that was to come to me that day, sheand she seemed terrified that I would be angry. I
gave me a look of skepticism. The female dog hadcleaned up her area, thinking of the long road Sugar
lived her life in a Puppy Mill; forced to give birth overand I needed to journey on together. When my
and over. As her body began to give out, thefriend called again and I told her of Sugar's accident,
owners discarded her. Found wandering in a park, ashe asked how I had the patience to let such a thing
compassionate person alerted the rescue and we hadhappen. "Unconditional", I told her.
quickly scooped her up.Over the next week, this Pomeranian sized bundle of
After having extensive tests run at the veterinarian,Sugar, slowly became accustomed to my home in
she was found to be in severe distress. She wouldthe best possible way she was able to at the time.
need to have a major operation, she was extremelyStep-by-step she began to trust me; she would
malnourished and she was suffered pure terror whencome over to her food and would wag her tail. She
next to any human. She would need to gain somebegan to walk with me as I leashed her to go
strength before she was able to go into surgery.outside. In the evenings she would quietly sit beside
When my friend asked me if I was really going tome and we would watch television shows together.
"deal" with this dog, I told her," Yes, my love isShe was able to gain enough weight and regain
unconditional."enough strength to endure her needed operation.
The Pomeranian, whom I renamed Sugar, wasHanding her to one of the most respected
brought to me on a Saturday. I opened my door toveterinarians that I had ever known; I sat in the
see a very fragile looking soul; her eyes looked up atwaiting room and prayed. Hours later, the vet came
me with great weariness. Hesitant to even enter myto tell me the news. I froze, just as Sugar had when
home, she slowly reached out her paw across myshe first came to me; I was afraid. Being told that
doorstep. I walked further into my living room,Sugar had made it through the surgery; I felt an
speaking quietly and urging Sugar to come to me.enormous weight lifted from my shoulders. I brought
She walked no further than one foot passed theher home the next day, fully aware of the great
entry way; and then she lay down. Any movementcare she would need to recover properly.
from me caused her to lay as flat as she could. SheSugar needed to rest, she needed constant attention
seemed to want to blend into the carpet; as not toto make sure no signs of infection were present and
be seen.I became her nurse. While working, taking care of
She continued to lay still but her eyes followed me asmy home and taking care of myself, I also never let
I left the room to prepare her dinner. Bringing back aSugar feel she was alone. On one dreadfully
healthy portion of dog food, I settled the dish nearexhausting day, after cleaning her stitches and giving
her. She did not move; in fact, she seemed to sinkher medicine, I sat down to rest and my phone rang.
down into the carpet even further. I stepped backMy friend called again, this time asking me how I
quite a distance, and only then did she dare to lift herpossibly found the energy to devote all of my
head. With what seemed to be great effort, sheefforts to nursing Sugar. "Unconditional", I said.
bravely eased herself to the dish and began to eat.Sugar slowly recovered from her operation, she was
My phone rang and I found the call to be from mynow the proper weight and pranced around as if not
friend who wanted to know how my "new delivery"only had her medical problems been treated, she
was working out. As I told her of how frightenedseemed to have had the terrible memories of her
Sugar was, she asked me if I really could handleformer life treated as well. She became a cheerful,
taking care of a Pomeranian that was too afraid towonderful Pomeranian; and she jumps and barks,
even let me approach her. "Unconditional" was mybegging me to take her outside to walk and play.
answer.She is my best friend now, part of my family. As we
That night, Sugar would not allow me near her whenlay in bed at night and she snuggles under the covers
I gently tried to connect her leash to take herwith me, I hug her and whisper into her ear,
outside. I thought of picking her up, but knew this"Unconditional".
may traumatize her even further. I went to retrieve