I interrupt your horsey news for a post about foster dogs, because that’s where my head is right now. We have fostered for Springer Rescue for several years, although not recently since Tim is no longer working from home full time and my bratty spoiled spaniel, Eliot, doesn’t really play well with others. On Friday though, we were contacted again for a special case dog. An older female in really rough shape, that we were asked to foster since we had experience with rough cases in the past.
This is Lucy. She’s an older girl who was pulled out of a creek where she had been swimming for days. I’d like to say that she’s so happy to be rescued and is thriving with lots of love and good food, but the truth is I don’t fear she has long at all. She’s deaf and mostly blind, acts very neurological and detached from the world. We’ve been trying to make her comfortable all weekend, but can’t get her to connect with us at all. She eats and she walks in circles, but that’s about it.
The rescue is waiting to see if she makes a turn around before making a hard decision. I want to give her the best chance at a happy life too, but if she were my dog I’d be letting her go.
So that took up most of my thoughts and time this weekend, and I’m trying not to dwell but to do the best thing for her. In happier news, I’ll tell a quick story about our other rough foster – Scooter.
Scooter was taken from a house by animal control, because the other dog on the property was already dead. I didn’t see him when he first came in, but he spent about 3 weeks at the vet being treated for pneumonia. When we got him, he was still very skinny (and had gained a lot of weight) and was covered in hundreds of tiny scabs from tick and flea bites. You couldn’t run your hand over him without feeling scab after scab.
At first Scooter was very tentative with us, especially Tim, but he would kind of stare at you with this shy little tail wag. He was never aggressive, even with my bratty spaniel who picked on him at first (they later became great friends). We called him Snaggletooth, because he had a scar that cut part of his lip off and a tiny bit of his canine was always exposed.
Since he had heartworms and was in such rough shape, we had Scooter for about 6 months. I loved that dog – still miss him. He turned into the biggest, loving spirit and would wag his long tail and gleefully frolic through the yard with our dogs. He seemed so grateful.
He got adopted by a retired couple that adore him to pieces. Happy story all around, and I’m so thankful we got to help him. If you ever have a chance to foster a dog – seriously consider it. It will change both the dogs and yourself!
Update 5/7/2013 – Lucy met a peaceful end this morning. She had Cushings Disease, which isn’t always fatal but 10% of Cushings dogs shows neurological symptoms. It is essentially a tumor that pushes on their brain and causes blindness and other problems. Was kindest to let her go.