Ever body got a 'fing', but the Mom's 'fing' is for the harder to place seniors. Some got a lotta zesty life left in em and some just want a place to peacefully retire wif the grace and dignity, surrounded by love... but the Mom, she see herself in em all. And she know importance to feel loved and needed... [I would say "first hand" but I am smart boy, do not want to be in proverbial dog house. Just sayin].
For example, take this 8 1/2 year old guy... owner surrender to "no kill" (no such fing) shelter. Shelter originally refuse him because of his age and knowin how hard it would be to place him, but owner make it clear eufanasia was their next plan... so take him in, they did.
Stories vary on why he was shaved (from mats to less wear and tear on swimmin pool), but this is photo they put on the PetFinder! Ain't so much to look at, really.
Well, this poor old dude stay in that shelter... wif the peoples believin in him and even takin him home wif em, peoples just hopin tomorrow he will find he family...
This go on for 9 long monfs... no bites, no nibbles. And outta the desparation, these people contact the Golden Retriever Rescue of Houston, some bzillion (not really, but it's far) miles away. And the GRRH says "Ok, we'd love to help him... we'll do our best to find him the perfect home!".
And so the transfer is made and while he is a little scruffy and of course, a senior, GRRH is committed to help this old boy...
GRRH discover that old boy has BIG zest for life... like a lot of em do. In this particular case, this is why the shelter shuttled him here and there, tryin to keep him on the "awake" list. Had he been less active, or had the folks at the shelter been even slightly less compassionate... He very likely would never have made it to Houston.
The wonderful fing about GRRH, is they commit to the proper treatment of the Golden. Period. And they committed to this 9+ year old, recognizin how very difficult he would be to place... plain and simple... because, let's face it... Ever body wants perfect (life, spouse, kid and certainly) dog, and on surface... it is totally understandable.
My the Mom just wish that more people would scratch deeper than they own surface, empafize wif imperfection, accept vulnerability and be open to joy shared when you right life's wrongs, you provide comfort where it's never been known... and you love freely wifout expectation...
Also... it would be nice if ever once in a while... instead of finkin, "I need a dog that will give me the maximum amount of happiness"... you fink, "I need to give a dog the maximum amount of HE happiness". Instead of only weighin what kinda difference a dog will make to your life... consider the huge difference you can make in theirs. Just sayin.
And I'm sorry if this post has gotten too deep, too heavy, too sad... but it's been that kinda week.
You may wonder what ever happened to "old senior dude" wif the not much goin for him other than zest for life and people who recognize it... Well, as sad as this week has been, this is indeed the happiest part.
On a counta "old dude" is the me.
Signin out from the Day 665 Of Bliss... wif love from the Luke