You see, about four years ago, I was adopted from rescue by Joe, an older retired gentleman who lived alone and wanted a companion. Well, no dog could ever ask for a nicer, more loving human. Joe treated me like a princess and I followed him everywhere, wanting only to be by his side.

About two years ago, I developed diabetes, but Joe took me to the vet for regular blood sugar checks and gave me my insulin shots so carefully and gently that I hardly ever felt them. Then, possibly as a result of the diabetes, about a year ago I developed cataracts. Joe immediately took me to a canine ophthalmologist who performed an operation that allows me to see almost as well as I did before, although I now need eye drops twice a day, which I take quite nicely, thank you.

Unfortunately, several months ago, Joe became quite ill with a terrible disease called cancer. His doctors tried to cure him but were unable to do so, and he began to worry about no longer being able to care for me. That’s when he called the wonderful people from Tails Of The Tundra who did his home check and were along for my adoption. He told them that he would soon be going into hospice care and wondered if someone from the rescue group might be able to care for me. In fact, he seemed more worried about me than he did about himself.

Well, my current foster family reassured Joe that they would give me a good home once he was no longer able to care for me. A few weeks later, they came to Joe’s house on a Saturday morning and took me home to live with them and their two handsome males, Shadow and Timber. Joe passed away that Monday night and went to the Rainbow Bridge to wait for me. It was almost as though he held on until he could be sure I was going to a good home before allowing himself to go to his heavenly reward.

I am quite content here with my foster family. They give me my medicine and take me for walks, which I enjoy tremendously, and I lavish affection on them, sleeping on the bedroom floor on my foster mom’s side of the bed. They took me to their vet, who pronounced me quite healthy except for the diabetes, which is easily controlled with regular insulin shots. Somehow, though, it isn’t quite the same as living with my beloved Joe.

Would you have room in your heart and your home for an older dog who would love to spend the rest of her days with you as her special human? Could you be the one?