Today was supposed to be a happy day, Reese was going to a trainer in Austin. We were so excited for the big choc handsome lug who loved all humans but was not too keen on his 4 legged friends. We had transport all set, I was just south of Bastrop on my way to pick him up. Excited to see him as I had heard wonderful things about him. I got that call. Poor baby had a seizure in the car. His foster mom and one of my other fosters took him to the emergency vet where upon arrival he had another grand mal seizure. Tonight at 9:30 we let him run free, not a decision we took very lightly. Knowing the history of where we rescued him from and the history of some babies who had came down with distemper and passed (pulled the same day). My heart is broken again, somedays I dont know why I do this, I want to hid I want to be in a bubble I dont want to cry anymore. I want to have happy endings like how to day was supposed to be. He was so handsome, but seeing him lying there with glassy eyes and his tongue hanging out, losing his bladder was not how he was supposed to be. Rescue work can be so rewarding but also can be so cruel. In seconds he went from being a happy boy to seizures to hours later running pain free. Im home after 10 hours of driving, emotionally drained wishing I could sleep. Just look in the sky for our angel hes giving you all big kisses xoxoxox
Posted on: Mon, 01 Sep 2014 07:16:56 +0000
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