Posted on 04/29/2010 7:56:51 AM PDT by Kensy1
On May 1st & 2nd the 2010 Pet Adoptahon will take place at shelters around the world. I'm sharing my adoption story in hopes it will inspire others to go out and adopt their new best friend. It can make a bigger difference in your life than you would ever expect. Read on...
Of All The Gin Joints In All The World…
We met back in the early ‘90’s, December of ’92 to be exact. I just had a major blowout with my first, somewhat dysfunctional family and decided that it was best for all if I just left. My foster dad gave me a ride to nowhere and before I knew it, I was at a boarding house in upstate New York. The place was great, warm with plenty of company, and their cheesy poof biscuits were to die for. On the downside, it was loud and smelly, not unlike me.
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I’d love to adopt a pet, but hubby and I have made a commitment not to bring any more pets into the house until one or both of us retires. With our schedules, it just isn’t fair to the animal.
You are wise not to adopt until and unless you are ready to do so. Too many people obtain a pet, often on a whim or at the insistence of their children. When its care becomes too much for its people, the animal suffers.
I understand your position. In 1990, just a few months before Mrs. OP was to retire and have lots oftime to take care of him, a homeless dog found us at our home. It was January and, of course, cold. The little beagle captured our hearts and after ascertaining that his former owner could not be found, we took him in. He was one year old and lived with us for 16 wonderful years before succumbing to cancer.
Since then we have adopted four more dogs, three of whom are lying here as I type.
Being retired does make it much easier but I don’t think it’s necessarily a prerogative.
I feel like an animal shelter. In my neighborhood pets are frequently abandoned. By default, I manage to keep eleven cats healthy, fed, spayed or neutered. Some of the cats are very old. If one hangs around long enough, it eventually is mine. Once it becomes mine, it gets the trip to the vet. They tend to respect their yard and don’t roam the streets or bother neighbors.
Good stuff.
This is Frankie. Someone cut his ears off with scissors and dumped him at the local emergency room. He was about six weeks old at the time. He just got his stitches out a couple of days before I shot this picture. He was recently adopted. His brother wasn't so lucky. He was splashed with battery acid and died.
Our beautiful boy Sam died about 3 months ago, broke my heart. Two weeks ago we adopted 2 lovely lab girls. Nice loving dogs, but I still miss my buddy...
So sorry to hear about Sam, extending my condolences to you and your family. People that aren’t dog lovers just don’t get that losing a dog is like losing a member of the family. They are a member of the family.
Congrats on the new girls. Although I know you never get over the one you lost, I’m sure they will bring you much joy.
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