Luck of the Irish

sometimes, I feel as if the babies I rescue have a bit of the Irish.

one of the rescues we took in was this little Maltese named sugar, but changed with his new family to truman. he is a very very pretty little boy dog, but a bit aged. 11 years.

the family who took in this sweetie had never owned a dog before, only cats. but from day one, they were smitten with him. load him up and take him to the beach, to the mountains, everywhere they go.

truman had stayed at our house for two months until we found him a home. I don't like to put the small, older dogs to the shelter, it is a bit too traumatic and stressful for them there. younger dogs handle the excitement better.

anyway, truman stayed with us, at our house, with the cats, and the dogs, for two months. he handled it pretty well for an only child. we thought he was happy. after a week in his forever home, I went by for a visit. he lives in a beautiful queen anne home, large azalea bushes out front, lovely sun room where his plush bed stays...

I walked in, truman saw me, grabbed his bed and drug it into another room and proceeded to bark at me to please don't take him back. please oh please don't take him from his lovely home.

a month later truman was diagnosed with bladder cancer. a death sentence for an eleven year old, small dog.

however, the husband of the new family for truman is a leading architect in the state who was doing a huge project for a university vet school. he called the head of the vet school, they connected him with the vet oncologist, who saw truman, worked him up a treatment program and got truman all set up.

what would have been a three week prognosis has turned out to be so far, 6 more months of fabulous quality of life.

we don't know how much longer truman has, but we do know he is one lucky, happy little world traveler who would have most certainly been dead a painful death had we not had the opportunity to find him his home for life.

posted by Elizabeth @ 7:43 PM