I talked about the start of Bubba’s journey here, but never finished it.
Where I last left off, we had gone to visit Bubba at his adoptive home. He was happy, loved his new mom, and loved his new brother.
A week or so after that visit I got a message from his adoptive mom – she had been diagnosed with ovarian cancer, and would not be able to keep Bubba.
The whole situation was horrible – she didn’t want to give up her dog, but it was more important for her to deal with her health than to worry about caring for a young dog.
Now…the sweet part to the story.
A woman in Colorado had been following his story ever since we pulled him from the shelter in New York last September. She had fallen in love with him then, and when she found out he was available (again) for adoption, jumped at the chance to snatch him up. My friend, who is on the rescue board, is going to drive him to Buffalo, where a doggy transport will pick him up and take him to Colorado.
But still I’m sad.
I’m going to miss his adorable little face, his soft dense fur, the annoying way he always had to touch you when you were walking through the house, him barking when he gets excited, and how he bounces when he tries to get another dog to play.
I know he’ll be happy.
But knowing that he waited for 20 minutes at the door for me after I left him today breaks my heart. I can’t explain to him what’s happening, he just thinks I left him behind again. And I hate knowing that he’ll be waiting for me to come back for him. I feel like I’ve abandoned him. I know I haven’t, but he doesn’t know that.
So I’m taking today to wallow in sadness and self pity, but tomorrow I will be happy that I saved his life, and got to know one of the neatest dogs I have ever met, and bring him to where he was meant to be.
Maybe one day I’ll figure out why the story went the way it did. Until then, I’ll just be grateful to have known him.