06/03/2023
One of the hardest things about being a foster is finding out that your foster dog may not be adoptable. You see their potential and love them as if they’re your own. You start to picture what their forever family might look like and you know that every day is another day closer to finding that perfect fit for them.
Sometimes though, you learn things about your foster that completely destroy the possibility for that “happily ever after” that you have envisioned for them.
Unfortunately that seems to be the case for sweet Casio. When he came to our home, we thought that he just needed to get over a severe case of kennel cough. He was clearly not feeling well at the shelter and we figured some time in a home with some one-on-one attention would fix it. But it didn’t get better. It got worse. We rushed him to the emergency vet, expecting to leave him there for several days while he received oxygen for what seemed to be pneumonia.
Pneumonia would have been treatable. We could take care of it and then we’d be on our way to getting him adopted.
We left the vet with a diagnosis of Mega-Esophagus. We weren’t even a little bit prepared for that news and it has all but eliminated his chances for adoption. Who wants to adopt a dog that they have to hold upright for 30 minutes 2-3 times per day for their meals jello-cube water? Even worse, how much longer will he have before he drowns on his own drool in his sleep? We are going to keep him as comfortable and happy for as long as we can while we work with the shelter vet to determine why this happened to him. He was not born this way.
I often feel like I have “bad luck” with my foster dogs. But I think the dogs that need us the most, seem to find their way here. Even though they may not always have a “happy ending” they find a safe place and a loving family with us until it is time for them to move on from this world. I think that’s actually a gift. Not bad luck.
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