My Beloved Pet Lost His Owner
This is the story of a little Yorkie with no name and no one left to care for him.
I was asked to foster a little dog who was found in an apartment with his deceased owner. He had been with her for two days. He went from her loving arms into an over-crowded shelter in an over-crowded city.
After being examined by a vet, it was felt he was about l0 years old. He needed to be spayed and all of his teeth had to be taken out. Yorkie's are known for their gum and teeth problems.
After surgery he came home to us. I looked at this little rag-a-muffin of a dog and wondered about his future.
As the weeks past and he was feeling better, I got to know what an incredible little dog I was fostering.
He might have been ten but his spirit was as young as a pup. He raced back and forth outside, keeping up with the most high-spirited young dogs.
His love and affection for people was outstanding. I've never had a dog snuggle up so close to me. As the weeks went by our bond grew so strong.
I secretly promised his "mother" that I would find the best home I could for her beloved pet. I could feel how much she loved him by the way he loved me. I couldn't stop thinking of how hard it must have been for his "mother" to leave here without him.
When I found his new people, I kept my promise. As the car pulled away, my last glance at the sadness in his face is forever etched in my memory. I had to look away. Saying good bye to a foster pet is never easy.
If there is a moral to this story, I suppose, it would be to find a person willing to take your pet if something happens to you. You just never know .