Snyder (shown above), about 14-years-old, was picked up by animal control
roaming the streets of a small town in the Sierra Nevada mountains of northern
California. He was starving, in poor health, and would not have lived much
longer. Because he is a Golden, Homeward Bound was contacted, and they asked me
to transport him to their sanctuary near Sacramento, since he was in my area. I
picked him up, and he is is still with me. Homeward Bound gave him vet care, and
I provide the care and love he deserves. No animal should end their life alone,
cold and hungry. Snyder is so happy to have a full tummy and a warm bed.
Jenny, Bleu and Jackie (shown above) were all foster dogs that I (and my
understanding husband) adopted this year. Jenny, at 8 years of age, was at the
Sacramento Animal Shelter, deemed for euthanasia because she was so scared they
couldn't evaluate her. Because she is a Golden-mix, Homeward Bound was called
and they saved her. It took months to gain Jenny's trust, but now she is such a
Bleu was an owner surrender last summer from a bad home in L.A. She came in 20
pounds overweight, no hair on her tail or back, covered in poop and mats, and
shut down. After two months at Homeward Bound, she was healthy enough for a
foster home. It was love at first sight for me, and I adopted her. Today she is
happy, playful, and has a coat that feels like bunny fur.
Jackie, at 9 years of age, was a stray in the central valley of California. She
was at Homeward Bound for two months, continually being by-passed for a forever
home. I needed a new foster dog, and wanted to get her into a home environment,
so she came home with me. She got adopted shortly thereafter, but was returned
to me after three months as their other dog fought with her. Back in my home,
she is dog-friendly, happy, healthy and a great hiking partner. I didn't want to
put her through another adoption, so I adopted her.
I also have to share a photo of Shamus (shown above). He was such a special boy
I only fostered for three months last winter, as he had fast growing
hemangiosarcoma. He was picked up in LA as a stray 40 pounds underweight. It was
heart breaking. His tumor was so tiny, I thought I would have him longer, but it
grew with a vengeance. Knowing this, he had his own carton of ice cream and
enjoyed three or four McDonald's cheeseburgers on the weekends. Spoiling him in
his last days was my mission!