My name is Mimi Thumper Gill, I am the second (fur) child in the Gilligan family. They don’t count me in that way, but technically I came in after the first making me the “real” second child. We had such a happy family and I’ve met plenty of friends on the way. Booger, Luna, Great Danes and tons of cats! My mom acknowledged I was hyper and easily distracted but she also took pride in my trained skills like going to her heel, giving her a paw, and rolling when she asked. My sisters loved when I would sing to them on command. Yep you could say we were one happy family up to the day I killed a dog…
My mom was fresh from a surgery and we were staying at her mom’s house. The kids were alittle meaner and grabbier there, than my furless sisters, but I tried hard not to mind them. I remember my mom asked her brother to take me out. They tied me to the same leash that their yappy dog was already tied to. My heart started racing and it all became a blur.
I hid under the table as my mom looked at me with pained eyes as her mom yelled at her saying she was gonna have me killed. I knew that I did something wrong. The small yappy dog laid on the ground still connected to the leash in the backyard motionless. Was I gonna be killed now? My mom was on her knees before her little brother whom the yappy dog belonged to. She was apologizing, was she apologizing for me?
That week the house left to the beach for summer vacation leaving me time with my mom and dad and newest furless sister. Mom seemed bothered and overwhelmed as she stared at me with tears in their eyes. Was I making her sad? I wasn’t quite sure whats going on but the air was very heavy and depressing despite the sun. They spent the next two days on the phone pacing. I know they were talking about me everytime as I heard them keep repeating my name in every convo. I remember the last night my mom standing out on the balcony in the rain staring up at the dark sky. I wished she would come in, she was getting soaked but she just cried and it looked as if she was speaking to the sky.
The Next day Dad was taking me for a drive and I was Oh so excited. I love the drives id take with dad, I wondered where we were going. He bought me a burger and we drove around for some time. This was a special drive, I could tell. Later on we pulled to the side of the road on this back wooded area. I finally looked over at dad and noticed he too was crying as he held tightly to the steering wheel. He turned to me and started praying with me. This was new but I gently bowed my head in reverence and took in his scent and solemn prayer. He gently took off my collar and got out the car. I wagged my tail as I waited for him to open my door.
Outside the woods smelled wonderful. So many scents caught my interest but Dad just picked up a stick and I had to find out what he was gonna do with it. He threw the stick and I went after it. With great speed I caught it and brought it back to him. He smiled a great smile, his eyes twinkled with tears. He threw the stick again and I repeated to chase after it. It almost seemed like we played fetch for ever. As the shadows began to creep along the ground I heard my dad say, “Okay girl, one more time.” He threw the stick far, super far! I chased after it smelling the ground for the stick that held my dads scent on it. He has a great arm I thought to myself. I found the stick caught beneath a lifted tree root. I grabbed it and ran back to where my dad was standing but found no one. I scanned the area and sniffed the air, He was gone.
I sat on the side of the road waiting for my dad to come back, A car pulled up and I wagged my tail in excitement, I knew he’d come back for me! It wasn’t him though, it was a stranger. I sat in the passenger seat of this strangers vehicle all the way to an awesome pet shelter. They loved and took care of me but they didn’t know I had a family. It almost felt like prison being caged up.
Is this what happens to dogs who kill?
1 year later a car waited outside the shelter an hour before opening. Once the doors opened the family piled out the car and ran into the shelter. I heard her voice,
“I was on your website and I found a picture that looks just like my dog, Mimi” Her voice sounded desprete and nervous. They came around the corner as my moms eyes searched me! She dropped down to her knees and started crying. She turned back to dad who seemed unsure and nodded with the biggest smile, “Yes Its her!”
“How could you leave me!!” I barked loudly, I was so mad I almost couldn’t look at her.
She shooed my furless sisters back and turned back to me as she calmly said my name “Mimi, I’m sorry girl” She laid her palm on the cage. The prison staff came and opened my cage door putting a leash around me to take me out. My dad stepped forward and sat in front of me. He instinctively grabbed and massaged my ears and I jumped up and kissed his face, I couldn’t stay mad, this was my family, I missed and loved them.
This story is about me and my happy family, but then I killed a dog. Due to fear my family left me in God’s hands by letting me run. I was caught that same day and served a year sentence at a dog shelter. My mom found me by God and I was reunited with my happy furless family. Even as a dog, God showed me and my family mercy and brought us back together
Since this story, We have learned that there were probably more we could have done rather than let her loose in the wild. We understand that now. At the time this all happened, we didnt know that a dog gets one warning, we assumed that she would be dead if she got reported. We made a choice that we hoped would give her a second chance even if not with us. We thank God that we found Mimi, and that she was released back to us, and that we got another chance with her. And we thank you for understanding and looking forward with us! Thanks for reading <3
A LITTLE about the Author, Kristina
Thankful for who I AM. I am a woman after God's heart. A wife. A mother of 4 beautiful children. and a lover of all things good and true.. In that order. How do you do?