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Around the time this article came out (hadn't read it until today (May 10 2008)), my wife and I adopted a black lab from here. I was reluctant on adopting a pet because of attachment issues, but my wife had her heart set on adopting a new family member. As adament as I was about NOT adopting for fear of losing something I had grown close to, the love and happiness of my wife prevailed. We adopted a Black Lab from here and named him Max. My wife had already met him somewhat via an online pet seaarch and had already fell in love with him. I, however, fell in love with him the moment I held him. My heart was overjoyed with the love I was reluctant to give. The day after we adopted Max, a bit of fear set in both my wife and myself. He was not acting as a Lab puppy normally should, but we figured it was probably just him being nervous in his new enviroment. Later that evening, we tryed to feed him....no such luck. Max wasn't eating. It was now Friday and everyone was closed. Holding on to hope, my wonderful "giving tree" wife went out and bought him some nutrilite/pedialite and a syringe to force feed him. We nurtured Max for as long as we could until we decided it was PetER time. My head was in a spin, my only concern was for Max to pull out of this. The doctors at PetER (Bless Them), gave us the bad news...Max had distemper. My wife and I were heartbroken, mortified, furious, and all the rest of the unsavory feelings you get when something like this happens. Hundreds of dollars later and Max's health going up and down, we laid him to rest. It has been about 2 months since this incident and the images of him pouncing on my chest and licking my entire face in the ONE rare instance where he showed his love still tug at the strings of my heart. Thankfully, I have a truely beautiful wife that helped me through this (I know it affected her as well, but she's obviously a tad bit stronger than I). At a point after Max passed away, I became more furious at the Valencia County Animal Shelter that I wanted to just go over there and slap managment silly (just being colorfully expressive to get my point across). But my wife said, "Chris, we did all we could for Max and gave him a home that he otherwise wouldn't have had. He died knowing he was loved."
Now, my wife would still like for us to get a Big Dog, and of course now, I am less reluctant as she has helped me to see things in a differant light. However, until the Valencia County Animal Shelter can FIX their situation and managment (which is truley sad because there are alot of animals that need good homes and who are suffering at the afformentioned shelter because some dimwits don't know how to run the place), i'll look elsewhere.
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