Today’s Guest Blogger is my friend, Lily, who works part time as a staff member at Companion Animal Alliance while attending college full time at Louisiana State University. She also has a huge heart and fosters dogs and cats for the shelter, including “bottle baby” puppies and kittens.
Here’s Lily’s story about her bottle baby puppies as well as her current foster, Bubbie (a big lug of an American Bulldog/Boxer mix who is the sweetest, goofiest thing around and also recovering from Demodex. See story on Halle Bear for more on Demodex):
A week ago today, four bottle baby puppies were brought in to the shelter. They were found on the side of the street by a kind soul that picked them up and called animal control. The officer that picked them up had taken them home for the night because it was so late and no one was at the shelter to care for them. He bottle fed them, dubbing one black and tan one “Hoover” due to his vacuum-like fervor for eating. Another close second in feistiness, a little black and white one, he named “Kirby.”
Working at the shelter, I have always had people ask me how I could possibly work there without taking them all home. I give them a one-word answer: foster. It is the closest thing you can do to taking them all. But I have always followed a very strict regime simply because I do not know how I could ever choose. I take the dogs that have been at the shelter the absolute longest. They are the ones that have been passed over again and again, the plain ones that typically have the best personalities. But my weakness, my only exception, is bottle babies.
When bottle babies come into the shelter, they need a foster immediately. Typically they cannot even survive the night without someone there to care for them. I usually take them for a couple of nights before we send out a desperate plea on facebook and they find their permanent fosters. This set of babies was supposed to be like any other. But each day, another puppy was lost. It was after the second puppy died that I knew I wasn’t going to let the babies go to anyone else. On Sunday I was down to my last two, formerly Hoover and Kirby. Hoover faded suddenly and quickly. My dreams of the pair growing up and getting adopted together were painfully dashed, but I know that all my puppies are in a better place now. There was no reason for their pain to last any longer than it did and their ashes are spread under a big tree at the house I recently moved into. So here is to new beginnings.
Kirby, now named Toshie, is doing wonderfully well. She sucks down her meals like a champion and is not afraid to let me know when she is hungry. Her brother, David, a 10 pound tom cat is perplexed by her presence, but will be ready to rule the house with a firm paw once she is of the age to be truly annoying. Bubbie, her foster brother, loves to watch me feed her when he is not busy playing with the other baby animals of the household. Their sibling rivalry will grow as they race to see who will get adopted first. I always knew my little Toshie was a fighter, so it made me smile to see, when googling the name, that Toshie Uematsu happens to be a famous female Japanese wrestler J.
Please follow her story and send those positive thoughts. I am looking forward to her growing into a real, hyperactive, destructive puppy that I will regret ever having taken home in the first place. Even though I know I will never really regret it. It is always worth it.
If you are interested in adopting Toshie or Bubbie or you would like to foster bottle babies or any dog or cat at the shelter at all, please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org