Last Saturday, I stopped at Mer Rouge Road Veterinary and dropped off Louisiana Road Trips magazines. I told Elizabeth I planned to adopt a dog from the Morehouse Humane Society.
Elizabeth was instrumental in my adoption of BooCat. Expressing my desire for an older dog, Elizabeth told me about a sweet dog named Mary.
Next I went to the dog fair sponsored by selfless shelter volunteers in the parking lot of Tractor Supply, Bastrop. They hoped to place some pups in permanent homes. Another puppy fair is scheduled from 10-2 June 11, same place and from 11-3 June 18 at PetSmart, Monroe.
When I mentioned an older dog Mindy told me about Mary. Same dog Elizabeth recommended. Sweet. Everybody described Mary as sweet.
At the shelter, Mary was ready to go. She hopped into my car and we headed to the house.
Mary’s a black chow mix and looks like a bear. Her teeth are worn. One ear’s lopsided. I tell her it’s broken but beautiful. She smiles at me. Her muzzle’s practically all white with more white sprinkled throughout her head. Her soft brown eyes are alert. She peers deep into my soul when she looks at me. I took Mary to work last week, having declared it “Take your dog to work day.” Everybody loved her and she loved everybody. She was ready to go back the next day.
I posted Mary's picture on Facebook and she received many positive comments. I know I won’t have Mary very long, but I want her to spend her last years free, not locked in a pen.
Dorothy over at the Chamber office is on the shelter board and also adopts senior dogs. She points out, young dogs and puppies are easier to adopt out, but seniors tend to be overlooked. Another person with so much love in her heart it verges on bursting.
Everybody at the shelter loves Mary. They treated her kindly. But, still, she was just one of 150 dogs. Just one among many; all needing attention and homes. With Mary loaded up, my thoughts were, “Well, now there are only 149 dogs left to find homes for.” But, then somebody drove up and dropped off a dog. Adopt one out, take one in. It’s a sad cycle.
Is there anything more heartbreaking than a shelter? I didn’t have time to visit the cat house. There are forty cats in there. All homeless. Alone except for the love and care given by the shelter employees and amazing volunteers. If I entered the cathouse doors, I likely would not come out the same. My heart cries already.
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The Morehouse Human Society is a no-kill shelter. But it does kill in a manner of speaking. It kills my soul to see all these animals so in need of permanent homes. It kills the souls of the volunteers and employees who deal with these unwanted fur babies day after day. There’s never enough time to give each the tender loving attention needed. The employees and volunteers see to their care, but there are just too many to receive enough personal one-on-one attention.
Spay. Neuter. Be a responsible pet owner. To adopt a pet from the Morehouse Humane Society call 283.0288. The shelter, located at 6878 Mer Rouge Rd., Bastrop, is staffed seven day a week, 365 days a year.
At my house, my other six rescue dogs have accepted Mary, but BooCat has only seen her through the window. She’s not impressed. But then, it takes more than just another dog to impress BooCat. Visit www.boocatunleashed.com.
Barbara Sharik may be reached by e-mailing email@example.com.