Anything I could ever write about Yasmin would be an understatement. Any attempt to describe who she is and what it feels like to have her around running and jumping all happy would be an understatement. I don’t really know what it takes to make someone who hasn’t met her understand what Yasmin really means to all of us who know her and get to spend time with her, but I’ll give it a try.
I had been making rescue videos for about a year and a half, so when I was informed about a three legged dog with a very sad past rescued by Save a Greek Stray I pretty much knew what to do: sad music for the beginning, slow motion, fade out, change to an uplifting track and footage of her running around with her three legs. Point made. But then I actually met her. And once you meet Yasmin, you get a slap on the face and wake up needing to learn from scratch everything you thought you already knew.
Yasmin is one happy dog. She is the joy of life. She is the shelter’s precious little jewel, always there, always ready to play, cuddle, take a walk with you or simply just sit around and be cute. I have no idea how a dog like her lived her whole life on the street without having not even one person want to take her home and spend his entire life with her.
I’m pretty sure that Yasmin was a happy stray. I’m sure she loved watching people walk by her every day. I’m sure she didn’t realize that she was ignored and treated as an outcast. I’m sure that she felt that she belonged in that miserable town she called home up in the north of Greece. I’m sure there’s room in her heart ever for the pathetic human who run her over and left her broken and hurt. I’m sure that during those horrible weeks she had to carry herself around with a shattered spine and two smashed legs she loved life. And for that love, life repaid her. Because life owed her that much.
So there’s simply no room for sad words and emotional background music in Yasmin’s story. Getting to know her can only make you smile. Knowing that a creature like her actually exists gives you hope and watching her run around and be the ultimate gossip girl of the shelter makes you laugh even on the saddest days. She is the shelter’s mascot. She’s always there, always the first one to greet you at the door, the one to initiate the new arrivals to the pack, the one to cuddle with and the one to trust and admire.
There is a great chance that the shelter will be Yasmin’s only home. It’s not that she’s a three legged dog. She is perfect and would make any family more than happy to have her as a member. But her accident left her with fecal incontinence, and that is one tough problem to handle. But Yasmin doesn’t care about that. And neither do we.
She probably came to this world to teach us a lesson. A lesson about life, about survival, about what matters and what not. I visit the shelter on Wednesdays and I am one of Yasmin’s worst students. Every week I forget the lesson learned, and every Wednesday Yasmin teaches me again, the moment I step out of the car. So you see, I need her. I need her to be there every Wednesday, for me, and for all the others I want to help – help them understand that life should only be lived in one way. The Yasmin way.