Maybe it was the way she never left my side as we drove home . . . she had to keep a paw on my leg as if to remind herself this was real. Maybe it was the way she climbed into my lap to look out the window as we left Roswell behind
Despite his pain and injuries, he remains kind and loving . . . he’ll be in training as a therapy dog once his injuries and pain are managed. Please share and donate what you can. He’ll be receiving treatments for the next month while being “hospitalized,” so this fundraiser is set up to last the duration of his time there.
Sometimes it’s a temporary friendship that is later replaced once the dog is comfortable and feels safe, and other times it’s a lifelong, and such a sacred bond that separation would cause a broken heart for one or the other or both, what I refer to as the “Ann and Dan Syndrome.”
So why did I rescue him, and why didn’t I return him to the shelter as somehow “defective” and replace him with one that would not cost me so much? The answer to the first is that there was a look in his eye when I saw his photo. We connected on a different plane . . . and I heard him. I’ve always said that dogs find their way to the people they need to be with.
My feeling is that he is too young to spend the rest of his life, blind, especially, if his cataracts are congenital and can be removed. So we may be looking at eye surgery with a specialist down the road. I’m guessing it’s one of the reasons he was dumped at RAC.