We can completely relate. Hugs coming your way.

Beau

He never came to me when I would call
Unless I had a tennis ball,
Or he felt like it,
But mostly he didn’t come at all.

When he was young
He never learned to heel
Or sit or stay,
He did things his way.

Discipline was not his bag
But when you were with him things sure didn’t drag.
He’d dig up a rosebush just to spite me,
And when I’d grab him, he’d turn and bite me.

He bit lots of folks from day to day,
The delivery boy was his favorite prey.
The gas man wouldn’t read our meter,
He said we owned a real man-eater.

He set the house on fire
But the story’s long to tell.
Suffice it to say that he survived
And the house survived as well.

On the evening walks, and Gloria took him,
He was always first out the door.
The Old One and I brought up the rear
Because our bones were sore.

He would charge up the street with Mom hanging on,
What a beautiful pair they were!
And if it was still light and the tourists were out,
They created a bit of a stir.

But every once in a while, he would stop in his tracks
And with a frown on his face look around.
It was just to make sure that the Old One was there
And would follow him where he was bound.

We are early-to-bedders at our house–
I guess I’m the first to retire.
And as I’d leave the room he’d look at me
And get up from his place by the fire.

He knew where the tennis balls were upstairs,
And I’d give him one for a while.
He would push it under the bed with his nose
And I’d fish it out with a smile.

And before very long
He’d tire of the ball
And be asleep in his corner
In no time at all.

And there were nights when I’d feel him
Climb upon our bed
And lie between us, And I’d pat his head.

And there were nights when I’d feel this stare
And I’d wake up and he’d be sitting there
And I reach out my hand and stroke his hair.
And sometimes I’d feel him sigh
and I think I know the reason why.

He would wake up at night
And he would have this fear
Of the dark, of life, of lots of things,
And he’d be glad to have me near.

And now he’s dead.
And there are nights when I think I feel him
Climb upon our bed and lie between us,
And I pat his head.

And there are nights when I think
I feel that stare
And I reach out my hand to stroke his hair,
But he’s not there.

Oh, how I wish that wasn’t so,
I’ll always love a dog named Beau.

~ Jimmy Stewart

Mark and Kim.

We don’t think you’re crazy at all, and we understand completely why you have given this girl a fighting chance. In fact, everyone here will understand it too. This is a circle of compassionate, caring people who will always do right by their pups. They ask for so little, how can we not? Sad for those who don’t get it.

We’re cheering over here because of your devotion and dedication to here, when so many others would have given up. How wonderful to hear that she’s happy and making the best of life. Her courage is real, her spirit is unbreakable and she was clearly put on this earth to show all those doubters that animals can teach us so much about overcoming adversity and hardship. You obviously understand this, thank you for being there to spread the word for our animal family.

Many hugs,
Spirit Jerry, Rene, Jim & Wyatt Ray

She went blind once and we had to take her to an eye specialist, her retinas reattached and see can now see again.

One she she had big lumps on her neck that doctors thought were cancer , but they went away. We knew it was an alergic reation, doctors thought the worst.

Bailey also needs medicine for seizures, she has them at least twice a month and some months even more.

The medicene for the siezures has made her put on weight and her back legs make the walks short, but this dogs courage is unreal. We would never let her suffer. She still climbs stairs plays and is by no means lacking quility of life. Thank god she found us..

Mark and Kim
Buffalo NY.