It had been a particularly bad week at the shelter. One by one, dogs were falling ill or else simply running out of time as the spaces filled up, and so many of our little pals were being put to sleep. Buster was the last of the "oldies" who'd been there the longest. We loved him but knew that there were and always would be dogs we loved but we certainly couldn't save them all. However, he just seemed like the right
dog for us. The right personality. And, with the week as horrible as it had been, maybe this was our last chance to pull something good out of it all:Buster's Last Stand
That was yesterday. After he and Rufus hashed out who was going to be alpha (Rufus, apparently) it's like a final puzzle piece of my life has suddenly clicked into place and I haven't stopped smiling. I think I even fell asleep smiling, one dog on the floor beside me, the other one curled up by my feet on the futon. The cats even seem more relaxed now that Rufus has someone his own speed and species to roughhouse with. Even though this will make things tight, financially, I have to say I have a strange contentment now that I really can't explain. He was the right dog and though we may not think so, this was the right time for him as well.
I love my fuzzy family.
Speaking of fuzzy family members, *RTyson
's new doggie needs surgery soon, to the tune of around $3,000. She's having an art sale but donations are always appreciated. Please check out the art for sale here: [link]
and if you want to donate, the paypal address is email@example.com
Every little bit helps, so don't hesitate if you have even $5 to spare.
Have you hugged your pets today?
Stamp by ~cyrano82