Rescue

Some dogs just have that "Save me" look. And sometimes you just have to say, "Okay. I will."

When I first saw Roxy, she was a pitiful little thing inside a big, lonely kennel. I couldn't figure out why she hadn't been adopted, since she was small and the small breeds are the first to go.

I found out she had a heart murmur and no adopters or rescues were willing to do the tests required before she could undergo anesthesia. I told my mom, and she took care of that mess. She drove over 2 hours to pick the dog up, took her to her own vet, paid for the heart panel, and drove her back to get the spay surgery, then took her home again. Now, she lives happily with my grandma, keeping her company and looking at her with those "Save me" eyes.

Bastian (now Bear) is another case where the new owners weren't willing to deal with a little medical issue. During his neuter, a huge lump was found on his neck (his new dad calls it his Adam's apple). He, too, was labeled rescue only because we didn't want to see him returned again.

Once again, Mom took him to her own vet. He's now happy and healthy living with them; they realized he was just too good to give up. He even has his own little corner, what I call Bear's Corner (like Pooh's Corner) where he goes when he's scared, which is fairly often. He's a big wimp. But once he loves you, he loves you completely.

So this is my new project. She's the best one yet. Even back when she had her puppies and everyone was warning that she was super protective, she just had that face that said, "Save me."

Now the question stands: Will we try to keep her for ourselves? Or will this be another sad/happy goodbye?

UPDATE (4/4/16): Roxy died about a year ago. She had an enlarged heart and likely had a heart attack. My parents still have Bear. We adopted and still have Honey.

Duma

Duma is that big cat that was in protective custody for a long time. The county finally got custody of him and he was placed on the adoption floor last week. The next day, because he's so awesome, someone wanted to adopt him. When he was told how much it would cost to feed Duma, though, he decided to adopt a different cat.

The decision was made to make Duma "Rescue Only" because of his special dietary needs and he was placed back in CQ. I hated it for him because he'd just gotten out, and was obviously awesome enough to be adopted, he just needed to find the right family.

Thankfully, one of the ladies at the front desk decided he would make a good behind-the-front-desk kitty, so he has been back there with them for a few days. He's doing so much better and is obviously enjoying stretching his legs. He's become so friendly and he'll come right up to you for attention.

I'm quite fond of him and will try to get a photo soon.