Systematic SNAFU: Moses is Staying

On the 9th of November 2009, I found Moses on the cold concrete floor of the Berkeley County Humane Society. Dropped there by a woman who claimed she found him on her porch... lying bitch. He was so terribly matted he had to be shaved. His nails were over and inch long and one of them on his back right foot had grown through one of the mats of fur making it impossible for him to stand. He was covered in several thousand fleas... so thick I could scrape them off his frail little body. Too weak to even fight, Moses just laid there while I tended to all his trouble. The vet told me the next day that Moses most likely would not make it. His weakened, anemic, dehydrated, starved skeleton was most likely past the point of recovery. All I could do was make his last days his best. I carried Moses in a blanket for two weeks. His bladder was not under his control, so pretty much everything he laid on got wet... including me. He had tested positive for Lyme and so he needed to be treated right away. The drugs made him throw up several times a day which made it even more difficult to help him gain any weight. The poor boy weighed just 5lbs

It was a constant struggle. Almost a month went by and Moses had finished his med. Some of his fur had grown back and he was learning to run again. Since he was rescued and taken into foster care by me and I was working with A4TA, we put him up for adoption.

This was probably the worst thing I could have done. The new family that took Moses DID NOT listen to me when I told them NOT to crate him and that he still had issues with peeing inside. Dec 5th Moses was taken by a new family. Dec 8th Moses was back in my arms. He hasn't left them since.

The 22nd of March, the last puppy I would foster for A4TA, left my home. Mason was on his way to Minnesota. This was also the week I resigned as a foster for them. The distance to Woodbridge was just too far and I had driven it too many times in the last 15 months. This was also the week I made it final and permanently adopted Moses. He was MINE!!! YAY!!!!

We jump to June 2010. I have a houseful of fosters. Two Cresteds for CG... 1 - 10 and 1 - 2.5, One 10 yr old Cocker for OBG, One 7 yr old Schauzer, One 15 month old Chigi, One 17 month old Pit Mix (Kip) that was born here, and of course my three.... Dash, Roux and Moses. That's 9 dogs.... that's 8 tails smacking Moses in the face. 8 mouths trying to eat Moses's food. 8 dogs that Moses would rather have live somewhere else, since I'm positive he would prefer to be an only child. So, as difficult as it was I made the decision to place Moses for adoption through the CG Rescue. I posted his Bio and pics and made him an appt for the vet. June 29th, 2010. Moses has his vet appt and we discover that he's not 10yrs like we thought. but most likely 12 to 15. Dr Pierson is leaning more toward the 15yrs. She concluded that his frequent urinating is not and infection, but more likely caused by his age. She also told me he's going blind in both eyes. He was also losing weight. He had once plumped up to 12 lbs and was now back down to 10. He's still eating so the reason he's losing weight is a mystery. Moses is no longer available for adoption. He will stay with me and he will die in my arms. I will reduce the number of foster dogs I have and make his life as pleasant as possible. He's MY Little buddy and I'll not question that again.

This is a trip through Moses's recovery... Enjoy!