You know when you read a lot of rescue stories and they are so inspiring. The dog had faced some sort of hardship and through rescue they were delivered to a beautiful forever where they left their old life behind and thrived in their new forever home. I mean not all rescue stories are like this but almost all surround the premise of: life is better post rescue.
Their stories are like hugs.
I feel like Jake’s story is low on the inspiration scale.
I met Jake three years ago this week. The adoption process took a while so he was not adopted until Thanksgiving but nevertheless, three years ago to right now, we met. At that point…
- He could walk
- He could hold his pee in
- He could hold his poop in
- He could see out of both eyes
Fast forward to today and Jake’s rescue story goes a little like this..
- In his former life he was able to walk but now he drags his hind legs and has a wheelchair and a stroller.
- With his first family, he was able to hold his pee, he now wears a diaper as he leaks pee all day.
- Prior to coming to live here he used to poop in a back yard. Now he makes meatballs whenever and wherever with zero warning. Usually at 3am.
- Although his eyes were always googly, in his first life they both worked. Now he has an eye that only sees light/dark.
So to sum it up, when he came to me he was 100% working. Currently he at 50%. Something seems a tad uninspiring about Jake’s rescue story!
I was compelled to write this post as a result of Jake’s last eye appointment where on our way out, he bonked his face smack dab into a closed-door because he couldn’t see it.
Laugh for us, don’t cry! There is still poetry in his story! He found true love in Melvin and me. And I vow to work until the age of 104 to support him.
Here are the very first photos of Jake on our very first meet up. A chance encounter with his then foster mom.