thanks Zazie but not really. I do not show the same love to the human race.
I understand. Humans aren’t my favorite animals either.
Just keep in mind, there are people like you out there. People who will see that sweet girl and their heart will melt.
I once adopted a senior dog for my MIL. Perfectly adorable Pomeranian with silky blonde hair. Cute little face, very sweet and loving.
She and her ‘sister’ were 10 years old, in foster for two years. Because as cute as she was, people passed her by because of her age.
Their owner had to move to a nursing home, and not one of her four kids would take her dogs. (I’ve told my kids if they pull a stunt like that I’ll write them out if my will, and haunt them when I die)
My husband actually found this dog, and we both felt so sad about her lot in life. To go from so beloved to dumped as an inconvenience. So we got her and gave her to mil for Christmas. With the promise that if mom couldn’t deal with her, pup would have a home with us. Mom was like a little kid when she got that dog.
Happy endings for them both. But we couldn’t get the other sister out of our minds. She was NOT cute and tiny and sweet. She was 18 lbs, had just had surgery to remove a large tumor from her shoulder, had 10 stitches and was half shaved. Was having a rough recovery, and ......... Had a ‘red flag’ file for all her misbehaving- snapping at fosters, wouldn’t ride in a car, let you brush her, put a collar on, and was growling at the vet...
I called the rescue the day after Christmas and said I wanted to come get her. They acted like I was nuts.
I met them at Pet Smart. All I could think was if this was my dog and I got too sick to care for her, I’d want someone to take her in. At the very least, not drag her around for the rest of her life trying to adopt her out. Her last months should be with someone who cares.
And that’s what we thought, with her health, maybe she’d have a couple months. We just wanted to give her her own home for her final days.
I took her out of her crate, walked her over to the leashes and picked out a pretty pink collar and leash. She picked out a couple of toys. Popped her in the car, took her home and introduced her to the other dogs.
She was fine. She fit right in. She lost weight, healed up, and snuggled with my husband. She adored him.
We had her 5.5 years.
So - sorry about the novel- there are people out there who know how slim the odds are for certain animals to be adopted. And some of us are just nuts enough to adopt because of that.