Sometimes we come across a sad story that makes us ashamed to be human. Here is one of those stories:
http://www.examiner.com/dogs-in-national/dog-shot-and-starving-found-at-park
Maybe I am looking at that the wrong way, maybe its a story about how great humans
can be when they try. The foster home where Trooper is living now marked him as their 86th successful foster. By the time this weekend is over, 86 dogs will have found loving forever homes as a result of their work. The vets that treat these animals often do at little, or no, cost to anyone. Volunteers help, and volunteers rescue.
I want to save them all. I want them all to come live with us, in our forever home. I want them to know our love, and sleep in bed with us. I want to comfort them all when its thundering outside. I want to scratch all their bellies until they drool with delight as they lay on their backs.
But, let's be realistic (DARN!) for a moment, I can't do all those things for all of them. Even the Montana King bed wouldn't be big enough. Don't know what a Montana King bed is? Google it and find out. Doesn't matter, it would still be too small.
Here is where God and Trooper come in. I can't save them all, but I can save a few. My DW and I are taking Titan and Kitty to meet Trooper this weekend. If everyone gets along, Trooper will come home with us forever. If he does, I will take a quiet moment with him, give him a hug and a kiss and tell him; "I know that there have been people who have been mean to you, I know that there have been people who have rejected you, I know that you have known the pain and fear of not having somewhere to live. That is over, and you will never know those things again. You are with us now, you are part of the family."
I know he will understand, they always do.