Cisca's first days

As we took Cisca from her foster home, she was scared and uneasy with me. The ride to our place must have been harrowing to her. She would never lie down, and kept sniffing at the car door. By the time we got home, she kept wanting to walk around, never wanting to rest for hours. Cisca would keep staring at the door, as if she wanted to go away. Cisca wasn't shaking but she certainly was panicking inside. I had a hard time leaving her room during the first days. She would yelp and cry. She lost her appetite on dog food. It was so stressful for me, coupled with my hypomania. My dog walks with her were difficult as my mind would drift away into my problems. Her energy level was so high, she still iks the energizer bunny. I had a hard time on my social life.

As I felt down and close to giving up. she approach me and touch her nose on my lips. Whenever I was possessed by my problems, she'd yelp for playtime or bite my fingers hard. Being responsible to someone else than me has been very therapeutic. I'm sacrificing a lot of my finances for her and it feels great. And the love she gives back is tremendous. On e thing we both share is that we've both been survivors in life. Her time alone, hungry and mangy on the streets, and me and the tragic events of these past years. God must have sent her like an angel.