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She walked into her city pound several years ago and said "I want the oldest dog you've got. Or the sickest. Or both."
They thought she was crazy, but she adopted an eight year old poodle (miniature) who had epilepsy and cancer. She cared for that dog like she was her baby and, though she did die just a year later, that last year was wonderful, I have no doubt. Lisa spent hundreds of dollars in that last year on veterinary care and the best food for "Molly." Lisa wasn't married, had no kids, and had a job that didn't require any travel. She owned her own home with a fenced yard. The house isn't huge, but it's big enough.
Lisa has done the same thing, over and over. She now has four dogs, all of them the "oldest or sickest or both," all from the pound and all due to be euthanized.
She has never in her life owned a puppy.
All told, in the last ten years, she has adopted and cared for fifteen dogs, ALL of them the oldest and/or sickest she could find in the pound. By sick, I don't mean in horrible chronic pain with no hope of relief, thus probably SHOULD be euthanized, I mean sick, but not in terrible pain and could live another couple of years, happily, with good care. You know, health problems.
She's not a cat person, she only does dogs. Now she's married and she and her husband are expecting their first child, but she's going to continue to love and care for pound dogs in their last years or months of life (the shortest time between adoption and death was three months with a very very elderly lab mutt).
I admire her so much. Because of her example, my husband and I have only adopted rescue animals, both cats and dogs. There are several fantastic rescue groups here in North Texas who do the work of angels.
I just wanted to brag on her. I think she's an angel on earth. And she loves those dogs with all her heart. What a wonderful example she will be for her child.
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