I knew he was sick when I pulled him from Roswell Animal Control yesterday, which means euthanasia was imminent, especially since NOBODY had shown any interest in him.
Evidently, he knew and liked car rides, because he quickly wanted to get into the truck. He sat next to me like a perfect gentleman the whole 75 miles home. Every now and then he would look up into my eyes as I talked to him, and I could hear him sigh inside while wondering, “Am I really going home?”
This boy was initially listed by Roswell Animal Control as a female, Golden Retriever mix, and it turns out he is neither. It was pretty clear from subsequent photos that he was shutting down and getting depressed, so I went ahead and rescued him via adoption.