...and was warmly embraced in the arms of his new forever mom...
You came to us scared, abandoned, and abused. BRBR received information that you were located in a high-kill shelter in Gastonia, NC. Your “brother” (the dog you came in with) was not as fortunate as you were. They killed him in a gas chamber. My heart aches when I think of how scared you were when they took him away and how scared he must have been when he gasped for his last few breaths of life. When a BRBR representative came to get you, the shelter told us that you were too aggressive and that they would not surrender you to BRBR. The fast-talking representative was able to convince them to hand you over. They put you on the end of a choke pole and drug you out the back door to her car. She took one look and you and knew the truth… you were an innocent animal that was abused at the hands of cruel humans and you were terrified. That day was the beginning of your new life.
In order for you to have a healthy new life, you needed to see a vet. You were immediately taken to a local vet that evaluated you. They were appalled by your physical appearance: scrawny, malnourished, and grossly emaciated. You weighed a mere 56 pounds. That is pitiful for a large boxer boy like you. They also ran some blood work and discovered you had hookworms, whip worms, and heart worms. Every blood sucking parasite imaginable was crawling through your body…ewwww! They immediately treated you with panacur to help get rid of your intestinal worms, but the vet said you were far too thin to begin your heart worm treatment. You then traveled to the next stop in your new life- you made it to your foster home.
We picked you up the first weekend in April on the side of route 29. You jumped out of the transport car looking so thin and scared. I wanted to cry for you. You coat was dry and dull, your eyes were scared and sad, your body thin and scarred, but your heart…it was so sweet. You did not hold us responsible for whatever abuse you experienced before you met us. You were exactly what Boxers are supposed to be – gentle and kind. We thanked the transport volunteers, loaded you up, and headed home.
Your foster dad and I were scared to introduce you to others right away. We decided to keep you in a crate in the basement for a little while. That meant that I would have to get up and hour early to walk you and feed you separately from the others. This was truly a sacrifice for me as I am NOT a morning person. I learned so much from you on those early morning walks. You ran to the door, stood calmly while I placed your leash on you, and away we went. You discovered a favorite spot to poo…our neighbor’s yard (even though we had 4 acres to choose from). You watched the deer run through the fields and you touched noses with the cows down the road from us. I had so much fun watching you discover your new, safe life. It was torture to get out of bed early, but in the end I was the one who was blessed. Those walks were peaceful and they were the perfect start of to each day.
Now, not everything with you was peaches n’ cream! The first day you were with us you escaped your crate. I still cannot figure out how you did it. One night, you ate the steaks that Wes had cooked for our dinner. You just took them right off the table. Another time, you pushed my entire bowl of cereal off of the counter. Oh, let’s not forget about the time you ate seven bagels! You like food!
As the months went by you became more and more comfortable with your foster brother and sisters. You started sleeping on the couch with them, sleeping in the bedroom with them, sharing treats with them, and going on walks with them. As you became more integrated into our normal routine, my heart became more attached to you. I fretted the day you went to be neutered, fearful that your heart would not handle the anesthesia. I worried each time we took you for your heart worm treatments. And I hurt with you as you cried from the pain of the treatment. I love you just as I love Lily, Carmen and Jackson. That is why I am writing this for you on the eve of transporting you to your new family. I feel like I am betraying your trust. But you must understand that I cannot help other Boxers like you until you go to meet your Forever Family. And you must also understand that they promise to love you and care for you just as much, if not more than, we do. They will keep you healthy and happy and you will be loved. Guthrie, I promise.
Your foster momma (and daddy)
We are Rescue
Until you have held a tiny puppy in your arms as it kissed your face with slobbery puppy breath … and felt the love, Until you have held an injured or severely ill dog in your arms … and felt their pain
Until you have looked into the eyes of a tired aging senior dog … and felt their wisdom, And until you have seen and understood the look in your dogs eyes that tell you their time on earth with you is over .... and you humanely let them go,
You will never understand the life of a rescuer.
We find beauty in the most incomprehensible places and the otherwise homely faces. It is our gift to see beyond the dirt, terror, sadness and defeat and find the true soul that lies within.
We are Rescue
Guthrie's last nite with his foster family. His favorite place was the green chair.
Guthrie snoozin' in the car on the way to Wytheville to meet his forever family...