If you have read my blog for awhile, I am more than just a writer about pharmacy. Tho MOST of my content revolves around the practice of retail pharmacy, I am not that narrow of minded that only pharmacy is worthy of writing about. You’ve read about my family, my dogs, my passion for golf…etc.
I am also in the “business” if you wanna call volunterring ” business” of dog rescue. I stumbled upon this calling a couple of years ago, and since that time I have done home visits for potential adopters, transports, shelter pulls and fostering…..FOSTERING…the bringing in of a dog recently removed from a home or shelter into my home for a period of time, after which it leaves for its new FURever home.
Ive had several in this short amount of time. I am also a proud member of the Failed Foster Society…one who keeps the dog one was supposed to temporarily shelter. In this case it was a 13 year old boy who had been dumped at the shelter because he was basically useless to his owner anymore. Old dogs are hard to adopt because at 13 he is basically past his expected lifespan. Once he settled in at my house, I told the coordinator that he can just live out his days here. Its been over a year and he is a joy. Useless to WHOM ? I might ask his previous owner.
Recently I embarked on an entirely new venture, one that even I have been nervous about. I took in a new dog. He is the sweetest dog in the world. Rescued from a case of animal neglect he was left to his own devices, tied to a pole and left to sleep in a barrel. At least he was fed. But that was it. His crime? He is completely BLIND.
I have learned so much in the short time I have had my blind boy. First, I have learned how amazingly adapable a dog can be. In a very short amount of time, he has found his way around the house, navigated stairs, found the right things to pee on outside, and has made friends with my two other dogs. I am learning my own new things as well. I have to use my ears differently and find myself hearing white noises I wouldn’t normally think about. ” What does THIS sound like to BOY?” He is startled by sounds probably because his ears are his eyes. I think about the sound I make moving from room to room. I say hello before I reach out to pet him so he can know where I am in reference to himself. He follows my voice so I walk in patterns that he can learn my home layout without bumping into things.
I have to look at my home differently too. I look at things he can hurt himself on, like drop offs and stairs.. He loves to walk outside and unlike some cases where a taut leash is a bad thing, in this case he keeps a reference to where I am.
He is absolutely beautiful and perfect, except his eyes dont work. We have a doc appointment with a specialist to see if it is fixable or if we can find HOW he was blinded. It would be awesome if he was fixable, but the odds aren’t all that good.
Somebody will adopt this wonderful boy. And they will be blessed, as I have by taking him for this period of time.
God must have known of my aching heart. I wrote about my beloved who died in november. Other than his little dangly thing under him, This boy is the spitting image of my girl I lost in Nov. So much so I keep calling him HER.
Amazing Grace, how sweet it is!