My first dog Willow was 10 years old when i rescued her. She had been abused. She had cigarette burn marks on her head..it broke my heart. She didnt know how to play and was frightened of just about everything. I had 4 wonderful years with her, and it was so good to see her blossom into a confident and happy little dog, until doggy alzheimers took hold. How i wish i could have had her from a puppy and given her the life and love she deserved. At least i know the last 4 years of her life were happy and full of love.
Molly was also a rescue and i was her 5th home in 2 years. Ive had her for 2 years and she is 4 now and a little tomboy! She has a few issues,and is frightened if i move too quickly or if i pick up anything resembling a stick, even if im nowhere near her. It makes me sad to think what may have happened to her in the past, but all i can do is make sure she now has all the love and fuss she wants.
I cant imagine ever wanting to have anything other than a rescue dog..the rewards are so great.
