McCartney

Last winter a dog from SCARS came to the clinic, he was transferred from the Loydminster area and had been hit by a car. He had a prodedure done to remove the head of his femur and just a general stitch up and clean up of all his lacerations and road rash. I won't go into all the details, but he stayed in the clinic for months needing a lot of daily care and bandage changes as well as a couple more surgeries. I don't know why, but me and this dog had such a bond, he put up with so much during his recovery- you can't blame a dog for lashing out when it's in pain but this guy actually smiled every time he saw me. He became my shadow at the clinic and followed me everywhere, the staff referred to him as my dog. The SCARS volunteer asked me almost every day "why haven't you adopted him yet? He's yours, you just don't know it" I don't know why- I just couldn't do it even though I adored him. When McCartney left for foster care and found his forever home I was happy/sad. I was not at work the day he came to say goodbye to all the staff and everyone said he ran around looking for me.
Today his owners sent us an update about him and how much they love him, honestly you couldn't dream up a better home for a dog. Maybe they are why I couldn't take him, he was meant for someone else.  This blog has absolutely nothing to do with kung fu or my training, but I wanted to write about him.