He lives far, far away now- but his owner was traveling through to visit family and we met up for a quick visit. Davie looks incredible- fit, happy, and in love with his momma. He didn't remember really, but that's okay. The look in his eye when he looked at her was all I needed to see. His confidence has grown and he spent the time chasing his jolly ball, or looking for squirrels (which we don't have any of..) It was so nice to see him, and hear about how great he is doing in his new home. It made my day, maybe even my week.
Rescue is sometimes so draining. Not so much in Dave's case- but just in general. Sometimes I want to quit. Sometimes I want to pretend there aren't dogs being euthanized every day because there is no where for them to go. Sometimes I don't want to check my email to read about the 10 year old dog someone is trying to give away because they are moving. And just sometimes I want to turn a blind eye just like everyone else. Recently I cut back in the amount I was doing in the hopes of relighting the fire so to speak. But it is stories like Davie's that really makes my heart happy. He is the reason I will continue to do what I do. Hard as it is sometimes, his happy face reminds me of the value in my heartache.
So, three cheers for Dave's happy ending. May all dogs eventually find theirs. :)