George was with us for nine days. He had his one-week post-surgical exam the day before yesterday and passed it with flying colors. Today was the magic 10-day mark, and he was ready to have the sutures removed from his surgery to remove his troublesome right eye.
He has not only recovered completely and adapted to his monocular vision, but he has also grown to accept and embrace us as family.
He has been such a sweet companion that it was very difficult to bid him a final farewell, but we are confident that, thanks in part to our write-up on his special needs, he will be able to be paired with someone who will love and care for him.
We already miss him and wish that our foreseeable future would allow us to adopt him, but it’s just not possible at this time in our lives.
It is a strange dichotomy to be able to have a new dog under our care, watch him/her recover, develop a relationship, and then give him/her up again for adoption to a new forever home.
It’s an experience that may best be described as happy/sad.
We’re already looking forward to the next one that we can help.
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Someone will come…
Yes, I’m sure someone will…
What a sweetheart. I love the action photos, and your story made me all teary. I see you’re scratching him in his favorite place.
He has many favorite places, including under his chin and along his lower back, but you’re quite right: Behind and under the ears takes the prize.
Great photos to remember him by. It is hard to have to give up such wonderful animals but you are doing a great job in rescuing them and getting them ready to be re-homed.
Even for such a short period together, we bonded amazingly well and he has left another hole behind. It’s great to be able to provide them with this much-needed service.
I don’t think that I could do this. The attachment would be too strong. But I admire and appreciate your work. You helped heal George and move him into a better life.
I hear you loudly and clearly, Steve. There is a balance that must be achieved to make it work. Given enough time with a foster dog, a bond will form that can be hard to sever. We must keep in mind that we are but stations on their journey and we do what we can for them. It may well be that one will come along with whom we cannot part, in spite of our plans for the next few years, and that’s part of the challenge. George is very (very!) close to that threshhold, and if he is not adopted by ideal folks within the next few days…
It’s tough on the pup too. When we adopted Murphy he cried all night, literally, because he had been”abandoned” by his foster dad.