#Kc pet project zona rosa update

I always arrive hoping especially to see the seniors adopted. The thing is they could be missing for several reasons such as transferred to a rescue, transferred to one of our other shelters or just another shelter altogether, adopted, or on a medical hold because they got sick or worse………have passed away. When they are not in their cages or out for walks, I try to find out where they are hoping they got adopted. No matter how old they are they are still babies to me. When I get to the shelter, I love to go up and down the first row and say hi and give some love pets to the babies. The staff are wonderful with them though so they are definitely getting great love and care. I wait and watch for what seems like forever for them to become volunteer dogs and some never do so the only thing I can do is give them treats and pets through their cages and just talk to them in a soothing loving way. Some of them are staff only dogs which means volunteers can’t take them out. Some of them shake in their kennels when you talk to them and I just want to scoop them up in my arms and smother them with hugs and kisses. I want them to overcome their shyness and fear and know it’s ok to be loved and give love back.

It’s like I want to be their mommy until their forever mommy or daddy shows up. The seniors are my heart string pullers but I also am hopelessly drawn to the shy, timid and afraid. I seem to be drawn to a certain personality in a dog at the shelter. Will share more on her in my next blog post. I stop in to visit her every day I’m there. Hinkley is in isolation with an upper respiratory infection.

#Kc pet project zona rosa update

Update first: Patron and Malcolm have been adopted!!!!!! (See my previous blog posts for their stories. My tears are falling as I write this and my heart is hurting so badly but I know she isn’t suffering any more and I really hope there are dogs in heaven and that she will be there to greet me when I get there along with my Jill, Jack and Jericho.

She was pretty tired when we got done and was given two more sausage burgers.įarah went to sleep on my legs and right before she took her last breath I leaned over and kissed her good-bye. This day I decided she could pull me all she wanted and we went for a very long walk. I always just gave her extended love time in the yard and grabbed peanut butter treats as we entered the kennel area. When I would walk Farah, we didn’t walk too far because she was so strong and pulled me. It was nice to have the company and have someone to talk to about her. One of the staff members joined me and we just talked. It was so hard and my heart was just breaking but I wanted her to know how much she was loved and just wanted to spoil her with food and affection. We spent it together in one of the play yards in the back. I will forever be grateful.įarah’s’ last day was spent eating 5 cheeseburgers, cookies and ice cream coated cookies. I asked to be with her when it happened and they let me. A staff member also knew I had a relationship with the dog and made sure I was alerted to her crossing over. The volunteer was surprised and said, ” Wow! She never does that for me!” Farah loved me and she knew I loved her. As soon as she saw me, she got so excited and was jumping on the fence to see me. The day before she crossed the rainbow bridge, I went down to the play yard where another volunteer had her.

I don’t know much about her history only that she was brought in as a stray after being hit by a car but I would always kiss her little facial scars and tell her how beautiful she was and how much I loved her. She nearly pulled me on the ground the first time I walked her. I started volunteering at the end of May but didn’t start walking dogs til June. If there was any way possible, I would have taken her home but that door just wasn’t open for me.īut with me, she was my little love bunny. The staff tried so hard to help her adjust but she couldn’t get past being reactive. She couldn’t get placed into a home with another dog because she didn’t like or get along with them. Farah’s quality of life was getting worse the longer she was in the shelter. A couple of days ago I had to say good-bye to my beautiful sweet girl Farah. Going to the shelter to walk dogs is my happy place….my greatest joy but it can also be my sad place….my greatest sorrow.