Meet Crystal, My New Bundle of Love
The day we left the shelter
Who Rescued Who?
One morning in early February, while scrolling down my facebook wall, a post caught my eye. It showed a picture of a chocolate Labrador Retriever, gave her Animal Control ID number, and asked that her rightful owner claim her at the shelter. The person posting even described her paisley collar, assuming she had somehow wandered away. The dog was obviously older, but had a sweet face and I felt her family would soon figure out she must have been picked up by Animal Control.
Another month went by and the dog faded from my memory, but for some reason in mid March, her face re-appeared in my mind’s eye and would not leave. I tried to ignore it, as my Labrador of thirteen years had just died in December and another pet was not yet in the plan. Ah yes, the PLAN….the nice, neatly packaged plan...why do I bother?
As fate would have it, I found the post quite easily and there was the phone number to the shelter posted along with her ID number. It was after 5:00 when my fingers dialed the number and only a recording answered my inquiry. Oh well, I tried, was the thought that ran through my head…except the next day, she was still on my mind. My fingers insisted on calling again and this time, a friendly voice answered and upon my request, looked up the ID to find the dog was still at the shelter. I found she had been rescued from a kill shelter in North Carolina and had somehow ended up at this shelter. Her rightful owner did come to claim her, but ended up taking another chocolate lab instead. Once again, she had been abandoned.
Today, Crystal is snoring by my side and will never be abandoned again. As it turned out, she is a hospice dog, as she has mammary gland cancer, heart worms and several other problems, but for now, she is happy and not in pain.
Why would anyone abandon a dog that has been faithful and loving for so many years? It is a question that Animal Controls and SPCAs ask every day. Crystal was among a dozen older dogs at the shelter on the day I rescued her.
A wonderful volunteer named Wendy helped me every step of the way and continues to answer questions about Crystal’s health issues. I doubt this dog has ever been cared for, due to her condition, and it breaks my heart. When I made the decision to rescue her, I did it for one main reason. I want her to know what it feels like to be loved. She cannot be saved, but she can know what it feels like to wake up each day to someone who takes care of her, loves her, feeds her and plays with her. If you have ever owned a dog, you know, this is all they ever really want.
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