The life of a dog rescuer is never easy. It’s a complicated, emotional and fulfilling commitment. But, there’s also some side benefits too as I call to my wife “Elaine … ELAINE … ELAAAAAINE … “WHAT,” she said in a panicked voice from upstairs knowing something was wrong. “Can you come here?” I ask. As she made her way to the family room in a hurried pace, I had two visitors in my lap. Oden and Guinness were stretched out, one facing one way and one the opposite, sound asleep in doggie dreamland. “What’s the matter,” she quickly asked. “Can you get me something to drink?” I said and looked at the dogs and looked back at her saying “they’re comfortable.” Smiling back at me, “I understand” and off she went to get me something. I will tell you that I pushed that a little when I wanted another and asked again while holding my empty glass in the air but she helped out though not without a small scowl.
The life of a dog rescuer is complicated
You are a hero on one hand and a villain at times when it’s impossible to help. Oh, how I wish we could wave a magic wand and fix all the problems with all the dogs. Sadly, our experience is that it’s generally not the dog — it’s the owners, surroundings or life in the past home.
The life of a dog rescuer is emotional
There is the special bond and deep attachment that comes with most every dog you’re taking care of as you learn what makes them happy or afraid, the tricks they know and the games they like to play. It’s always fun to see them come out of their shell blooming into a loving creature. And then, the great day comes when the right family is found. The downside for anyone who took care of the rescue is the small part of their heart that leaves with them. Nearly every Clancy’s Dream foster parent we have used has adopted one of our rescues — becoming a foster failure. And, Elaine and I must also admit to being foster failures too!
The life of a dog rescuer is fulfilling
The ups and downs, the love and the pain. You keep saying they will be OK but always wonder. Just a few weeks ago, an exceptional dog came into one of our fosters that was quite sick. Everything was done to help this rescue heal but sadly the dog died. A separate cremation was arranged and the ashes were transported here to the farm. We had a ceremony that was private along with our dogs and the sweet soul was laid to rest in the folds of the farmstead and around Clancy.
As I write this a 16-month-old purebred BC has his paws on my chair waiting for me to play ball with him, which I will do until he goes to his new home. We love them like they are our own, sleeping in our bed and running and playing with our dogs. The sad part, there is always more to follow, but we’ll continue to do what we can with the help of the many committed and passionate people that make up the Clancy’s Dream community.