Just to let people know, life for me lately has been pretty tough and rather grim, personally. I have my grandmother live with me and my family and she has a severe case of dementia, is 97 years old and to make matters worse a couple of months ago she fell and broke both hips. Shes now wheelchair bound, can't walk or support any weight and babbles all day long asking who she is and what her name is because she doesn't remember it.
Add to that that a month ago my godfather and uncle(same person) passed after an extended illness. We were very close. My other uncle, my favorite uncle who always treated me like a little brother and who I love dearly and am as close as can be, is dying of aids. I have visited him constantly at the hospital watching him wither away and he now weighs 90 lbs and has been put on morphine. There isn't much time left.
Add to this that my brother-in-law's mother in law died last week. I was at the funeral this weekend and seeing my sister-in-law pour her hurt out during the eulogy was heartbreaking. She is, again, one of my inner family and when seeing family members hurt that much, it hurts me as well.
Lastly, this year my wife and I have been going through a process of trying to adopt a dog through a rescue agency. It has been a frustrating process as the agency is run completely by volunteers and donations and they have got all their "stuff' together. But they are good generous people doing a humane and wonderful thing and we've stuck by them waiting for a dog to come our way that we could add to our family.
The process has strung out over most of this year and all my wife wanted was for us to get the dog before we took a family photo for Christmas cards. That never happened and my wife and kids when becoming frustrated and angry that the process would take so long. I assured them for months that by Christmas we would have our new family member, don't worry.
Well, with all the depressing times going on, this family could use some joy and finally the agency called last week. I was overjoyed thinking that we were finally getting the dog that I think this family could really use and who could also need us. Went to go meet him with my girl, Ruby, my boxer and Celticsblog avatar. I was deeply saddened to find out the dog was dog agressive and was attacking other dogs at the shelter and after meeting with Ruby tried to do the same to her. We couldn't take the dog in and it crushed my wife and boys as they were so looking forward to bringing him home for the holidays.
I wasn't going to keep my promise and with everything else going on, it started to bother me. A lot. So in my prayers I asked if there was a Lord above if he could grant me the one wish of allowing a pup to come my way before Christmas with this agency. I wanted to rescue a dog, another boxer, and I wanted it to be a boy and wanting and needing some love as my family and I had a ton to give a poor animal in a desperately bad situation. Please, Lord, just this.
Well, apparently either Santa Claus or God must have heard my prayer. Today while out seeing a customer, my wife, who was home took a call from the agency saying they had an emergency and asked if we could do them a favor. Since out house was approved for adoption, would we foster a dog towards the goal of adopting him because this dog was just rescued from a very bad situation.
I said that I would and earlier this evening went and picked him up. I was overwhelmed with joy and cheer after I met him and on the way home after picking him up I couldn't help think that God must be a Celtic fan and he granted me my wish.
The dogs name......Shamrock.
Pictures forthcoming.
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