This note was posted tonight to inform our volunteers that one of our fosters has passed away.
"Being in Rescue can be a very rewarding experience. When you've done a transport or when you've fostered a dog, nursed him back to health and then find a wonderful forever home, you get a warm, wonderful feeling that you've done one little thing that matters in this world. And you smile.
Sometimes being a Rescuer is hard. Very hard. Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, it just doesn't work, and you feel empty and hollow inside. And you cry. And it stinks. Really stinks. This is one of those times.
It is with a very heavy heart that I write to you tonight that the Board of Directors had no choice but to help our Dodger cross the Rainbow Bridge this evening.
Little Dodger was nine years old. He had advanced Heartworm, an enlarged heart, lungs filled with liquid, one sinus completely blocked and the other filled with green mucous. He had been on antibiotics for weeks with no relief. He was bent over with pain and could hardly breathe. His foster mom was kind enough to take him to a specialist for us and the doctor's evaluation was that Dodger would not be able to make it through surgery, even if we were to choose to subject him to that.
It was obvious to us that Dodger's present quality of life was not what we would want for any dog, and he had really no chance of any recovery. This decision was made with much discussion, anguish and was not made lightly, but in the end it once again (as it always should) came down to, 'what's the best for this dog?'....
Go in peace dear little Dodger. You can run and play and breathe now and you have lots of beloved little friends to play with. We will never forget you."
Wishing Dodger an eternity of deep and easy breaths, of joyous, scrabbling races on soft and fragrant grass, and the comfort of warm and dreamless rest in the company of friends.
The Frog Princess