Thanks to everyone who wished me a happy Gotcha Day yesterday. It was a grreat day! We only do a big celebration for birthdays, but Momma gave me lots of extra snuggles, and Cinderella and I got stuffed hooves to gnaw on! Oooh, those are the yummiest ever!
But there's something sad I have to tell you about. The past two days' posts were pre-written, and Momma and I decided to leave them as they were. But on Tuesday night, Momma got a terrible phone call. My foster brother Pumba had been having a lot of problems lately, anxiety issues that turned into aggression. His momma did everything she could to help him, but she had to turn him back over to LBR. We hoped hoped HOPED that it would be something with a medical cause, like thyroid issues, and ran bunches of tests. But the last of the tests came back negative on Tuesday. LBR made the hardest call they ever have to make and decided to help Pumba to the Bridge.
Momma went on Wednesday morning to be with him. She said he recognized her right away, even though she fostered him almost two years ago, and started wiggling. They played in the parking lot for a while and sat under a tree, then she laid down with him and held him the whole time until he was gone. She was very, very sad. We wish there was something else that could have been done. But we know he was sick, even if it was something we couldn't diagnose, and he's better now. I bet he and my aunt Kaitlin have found a big giant couch to sprawl on together!
Godspeed, Pumba. I'm so sorry we couldn't help you.
PeeS: I couldn't pawticipate in See Beautiful this month, but go to the post here to find out about two easy ways you can help St. Anne's Homeless Center The Lantern House: Pet Area, a project very near and dear to my good furiend Goose's heart.