He most certainly would have been put down today.
I watched our new houseguest bask in my boys’ attentions as I listened to her on the other end of the line.
There were two other dogs with injuries that were put down today. They tell me I can’t save them all, but I do what I can. I’m glad we got him out of there.
I felt a lump in my throat at the regret in her voice. This dog still had a lot of living to do. I bet the other two did as well. I thanked her and promised to keep her posted on his status.
The boys have been asking their daddy for a puppy for Christmas.
Tell daddy that if he lets us have a puppy, we don’t want anything else, Jeffrey said.
(Well, almost not anything else, said Teddy; which after saying he received a sharp nudge from his brother). The answer was no. For many good reasons. (Not just because daddy is a big, fat meanie:). Then, a couple days ago, I received this email from the Boston Terrier Rescue League:
Laura…the County shelter just called to ask if we can help with the Boston in the shelter. He has a ruptured eye that has to be removed and the shelter won’t pay for it so they plan to put him down instead. They also need a foster for him after the surgery if he gets it…Could you work it out?
They plan to put him down instead.
These words made our decision. I made a few phone calls, found a sweet friend who agreed to pay for the surgery, and the process was set in motion.
We picked little Argus up at the vets yesterday afternoon. He will be ours over the holidays.A houseguest for Christmas.
As Jeffrey said on our way home from the vet’s yesterday afternoon, “He is absolutely precious!”
He’s a perfect little angel…complete with halo.
Our Christmas gift came early this year. And guess who his favorite person is? That’s right: Daddy.