Transformation

Animal foster parents can make a world of difference. Here is a photo illustration of Maple, rescued on 9/25/09, fostered until she was adopted on 7/24/10. Without rescue, she would either have died from neglect (she was left tied outside to a jump rope) or been taken to the pound and euthanized for lack of space and her (treatable!!) health problems. She is now 100% healthy and living with her forever family.

This is how she came to us:






And, this is how she left us:

Maple Blossoms

It's been a long time in coming, but sometimes, good news makes you wait. After several false starts (applicants who backed out for personal reasons, landlord reasons, etc.), Maple was adopted by a couple in Chicago on Saturday, July 24th, 2010. Her initial rescuer, K., my young son, and I drove Maple into the city to meet her new family. They also have a male pit bull, now Maple's brother.

This picture was taken the day after I brought Maple to them. She looks so happy. :)

Her adoptive family changed her name to Mabel, got her a new pink collar, and enrolled her in training classes, all in under 24 hours of me dropping her off. I'm impressed with them and think that they are well-qualified to be Maple's new parents. They are into exercise, which Maple LOVES, are firm/assertive in giving commands, yet also snuggly and loving toward their dogs. I think Maple will thrive under this combination.

It's been almost three weeks now and things continue to go well. I don't know if I'll ever feel for sure/for sure, but I certainly hope this will remain Maple's forever loving home. She has been through a lot in her three short years on earth and deserves an easy road from here on out. I do miss her, but I know she's where she's supposed to be.

Going Home

In the morning, my son & I will take Maple for what will hopefully be her last transport to anywhere. This time, I want to assure her, you are going to your forever home. This time, your family will love you, treat you well, never leave you shivering and crying in the cold rain, never abandon you to hunger, fleas, and misery. This time, Maple, humans will not let you down.

It stings to know that tomorrow, I will let Maple go, no longer her caretaker. I'll miss her. She has a wonderful new family waiting for her, which brings joy to my heart, though still, the bittersweet pang remains. I hope I have touched Maple's life half as much as she has touched mine.

Taking Root

As promised, an update on Maple... :)

Maple is doing wonderfully! She is great with kids, other dogs, and doesn't pay much attention to our cat. I've been feeding her Organix puppy food, even though she's approximately 2.5 years old, to help her recover from being malnourished and overbred at too young an age. Her fur is growing in nicely and her coat is shiny and gleaming! She has also put on some weight, so her ribs are no longer as pronounced. Her spay site has healed perfectly, and her ear (the site of hematoma surgery) is slowly, but surely, getting there.

Two prospective families have sent in adoption applications to the rescue agency. Both families sound great, so we'll see where the meet-and-greets take us. Maple is a playful, affectionate, sweet girl who would make a great addition to any lucky family. :) I am glad she's doing so well. She has been a joy to foster.

I wonder if she knows.

Not my words, but those of Maple's initial rescuer:

"So, it's pouring/thundering/lightning outside, and right now, Maple is sleeping on my bed, snoring loudly.

If we had never intervened, she'd be outside in a mud puddle right now with no shelter, with the rain seeping into her open sores.

I wonder if she knows."

So much said in those few sentences, I felt compelled to share. The e-mail made my eyes fill with tears, not only for Maple - who has finally been saved from a hellish existence - but for the multitudes of other neglected and abused dogs that are out there tonight, shivering in the rain, scared, cold, lonely, bodies and hearts aching. I wish each and every one of them could know warmth, security, safety, and love.

Phoenix, rising

Take a look at this photo and consider this: this is the best this dog has ever known. Despite being post-surgery, wrapped in thick bandages, and stuck in a recovery cage at the vet's office, this day is far preferable than almost any day in Midnight's past.

The hematoma in Midnight's ear was so severe that she required surgery. The ear you see poking out from the bandages is her good ear. In addition to ear surgery, she was also spayed on Monday. Midnight can't tell us if her hematoma was caused by repeated head shaking due to ear infections, or physical trauma. As far as I have heard, her ears aren't infected, leaving one to surmise that the people who tied her to a jump rope are responsible for more than animal neglect. :(

On a happier note, Catherine (the animal rescue queen :)) and I have given Midnight a new name: Maple. Maple trees are strong and beautiful and especially noticeable in the Fall. Thankfully, so was Midnight/Maple. :)

Hope Springs Eternal

Midnight has been rescued! The animal rescuer reports that she is a sweet, affectionate dog (despite what she's been through!) who is starved for attention, and is basking in the joys of being petted and cared for. She is skinny and starving and has a severe case of fleas (being treated with medication). The rescuer noted that her hands were almost black after petting Midnight, she was so filthy and neglected. :( So, today begins Midnight's new life, already leagues better than the one she left. I wish her a happy future of walks, a full tummy, scratches behind the ears, favorite toys, and kind caretakers.

Midnight, alone.

Tonight, like who knows how many nights before this one, there is a hungry, neglected dog in an Indiana backyard, tied up with a child's jump rope, without food, or water, without a warm bed, a friendly pat on the head, without love. A smallish black pit mix, the rescue group trying to save her is calling her "Midnight." I'm guessing her "family" hasn't even given her the honor of a name themselves.

As the rescue group wrestles with the legalities of how to rescue Midnight, I wonder - how do the people in that house sleep at night? There is a dog suffering only feet from their beds. She has fleas, gnats swarming, fur falling out...a hematoma in one ear...broken teeth from chewing on who knows what (a fence to try to escape? rocks because she was starving?). The people in the house "want her gone by this weekend." The rescuer said the family has several small children.

I look at my dogs curled up warm and snug, tummies full of water and kibble, and cry to think that any dog suffers like Midnight. I look at my 4-year old son curled up warm and snug, tummy full of last night's dinner, and cringe to think that any family could teach their children to disrespect animals in such a profoundly cruel way.

I can't get Midnight out of my thoughts. I hope she knows there are souls out there caring about her tonight.