My Cindy dog was a Christmas gift from my handsome brother, Gary Wayne Caldwell (1940-1982).
I had graduated from college and had my first teaching job in Lovington, New Mexico. I had gone home, Oklahoma, for Thanksgiving and at that time my brother brought me her brother, Dusty, (he's another story, briefly he was a gift to a little boy that had been in an accident and was just learning to walk again and was unable to communicate. His mother was taking him to therapy and working with him to regain his skills. They were at my house one day and it was obvious that the little boy loved Dusty as they would play and play. one day he looked at his mother and said "I love Dusty can I have him?" it was so clear when he spoke. That brought tears of joy to her eyes. What could I say but of course they took him home that day and he had a great life.)
Cindy went back to New Mexico with me and we had a great life together.
We spent the next year and half in New Mexico. During Spring Break of 1966 she disappeared. I was heart broken and spent all my free time looking for her. It was a small town, but no one every saw her so I concluded that she was doggie napped by outer space aliens. Ten days later she was waiting at the door when I got home from work, poor little thing she was covered in burrs and her feet were raw from apparently walking on a highway.
The following year I was at graduate school and she stayed with my parents, Ogle Rudolph Caldwell (1914-1976) and Dollie Dimple Cates Caldwell (1920-1995). I would go home on weekends for visits.
After graduate school I took a job in Georgia and was not sure if I could find a place that accepted animals. Once I arrived, my place was perfect for animals so Daddy put her on a plane to fly the Macon, Georgia on a Saturday morning and I was to pick her up at the airport Saturday afternoon. She was not on the plane. After several phone calls to Oklahoma and the airline she was found in an airport in Tennessee, at that time I hadn't even been to Tennessee, and would be in Macon the following day. Once again I drove to Macon to get Cindy, but she was not on the flight they originally stated, but did inform me she would be on the next one. I waited (impatiently) for her arrival. Once she got there I went to get her from the cargo holding area and immediately let her out of the carrier with the personnel yelling at me I couldn't do that. They quickly realized their mistake.
We were never apart again. Driving back to Oklahoma I found that she could read. As I crossed into the Oklahoma border she sat up and got excited when she saw the Oklahoma sign.
My parents lived on a lake and Cindy would go water skiing with us. I would hold as we were skiing because she didn't want to wait on shore, often daddy would put her in the boat. Being hot in Oklahoma she would walk down to the water and go for a swim. She always came back with wet fur. On one of her swimming outings she found a friend of ours who was fishing and ate all of his shrimp bait. I did replace it after he came up to inform us of her treat.
I then moved to Texas where we spent the rest of her life except for visits back in Oklahoma.
The first time I took her to the gulf she immediately went running into the water and took a drink and was totally surprised by the taste of salt water. She would go swimming after that, but did not drink the water.
There are lots of Cindy stories to tell as she lived a little over eighteen years of a happy life.
I still miss her and have great memories of her as my first, well second, dog that was mine. We had dogs while I was growing up, but those were family dogs.
Cremated, Ashes scattered.
Created by: LKat
Record added: Feb 04, 2010
Find A Grave Memorial# 47576821
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