Old Dogs, New Lives
We’re just like you, buddy. We didn’t have homes until the sanctuary rescued us. We were having some of the worst days of our lives.
We each have a story. Some of us were living on the street, cold, sick, and wet, eating whatever we could find. Some of us once had people who loved us, but they died or went into nursing homes and couldn’t find anyone to take us in. Sometimes we got left behind when our people moved away. Lots of us were brought to shelters that didn’t have enough room for us, and old dogs in shelters usually take a long time to get adopted, if that happens at all.
But things got better for all of us one day when we saw a kind face, heard a soft voice, and felt a gentle hand on our fur (the people here hug us and love us up no matter how dirty, smelly, or matted we are!). For some of us, that face, voice, and touch was Val’s. For others, it was his son Greg’s or one of the many staff members or volunteers here. They sometimes drive for hours to pick us up from another shelter or home!
Here at Senior Dog Sanctuary we get our own space, with our own toys and blankets. Those of us who share a room figure out whose spot is whose. Jack’s spot is inside a mini-doghouse made of soft, sturdy cloth. It’s a little hut, and sometimes he gets stuck in it! I like the hut, too, and Jack’s pretty good at sharing it.
If we’re sick, we get the medicine we need. The volunteers walk us at least five times a day and let us sniff around all we want. We run in the huge play yard, make friends, and enjoy the sun. We get to know the other dogs’ smells. Most of all, we learn that there are people we can count on. Being rescued means we can finally relax.