This is Bert. I'm wildly in love with him and am so glad he came to be part of our family. Last November, one early Sunday morning, I read an email sent out by a woman on our neighborhood list serv. This dear shepherd mix was within one hour of being put down in a shelter in an outlying county.
These types of postings are frequent, yet something about this one demanded immediate attention, and with hardly a word to my Beloved Mister, and without any thought of contacting our landlord, I up and called the list serv poster to offer our home for fostering this down on his luck dog. Jean, who is an avid animal lover and runs a rescue organization for Great Pyranees, simply couldn't pass this boy by, noting him as special. She also told me that his owner had been in an automobile accident, made a parapalegic and after floating from one family member to another, then being chosen and subsequently dropped for a therapy pet program, this not quite year old male pup was in dire need of a place to call home.
Called Sarge by the pound and Thor by Jean, I picked him up from her home a week later; she'd vetted him and loaned us a crate for our foster experience.
It was love immediately. I couldn't part from him again, nor let him stray from a loving home such as ours. Bert, as we now call him, became a forever family member is much adored by all who meet him.
He's feeling puny today, has been since last night. He's got a nasty cough and a warm nose, and he isn't eating much save for a munch down on some grass last night after I'd fallen asleep. At 70 plus pounds and a year and a half old, Bert has no idea how big a creature he is, and only wants to be held and cuddled today. I'm off now to make him some chicken broth prior to departing for my gathering with the Stitch & Bitch girls this evening.