We interrupt this week's usual broadcast to bring you A Very Special Episode of Sanguijuelas & Sacristanes. I've fallen head over heels in love with a fellow I met last night.
After service yesterday our friend Valerie came over for dinner. Just after we gave thanks for the food, her phone rang. Her mom had saved a dog off the side of the highway (People will sometimes drop their pets off on the highway when they are no long willing or able to care for them, apparently thinking that a quick death will be more excusable than a prolonged one.) He was scared, shaking, dirty, but inestimably sweet. 
I don't think he was always a street dog. He was scared half to death and had more plants and debris embedded in his fur than actual fur, but he wasn't afraid of people, and after Valerie gave him a bath, and I gave him a haircut, he was nothing short of dashing!
He was supposed to go home with Valerie that night, to get some meat on his bones (he hadn't been fed for at least a few weeks) and to have a place to stay until her and her mom could find him a permanent home. Well...that didn't exactly happen as planned.
After examining Falkor, the doctor had to break the news to us. He has a congenital heart defect, an inherited problem that makes his heartbeat irregular and results in the occasional coughing attack as he tries to catch his breath. There's nothing that can be done - medication might mask the symptoms, but it won't solve the problem. He could have a couple years, or months, or less.
He was supposed to go home with Valerie that night, to get some meat on his bones (he hadn't been fed for at least a few weeks) and to have a place to stay until her and her mom could find him a permanent home. Well...that didn't exactly happen as planned.Like peaches and cream, we were pretty much meant to be together. I slept with him on the couch that night, and in the morning his tail was wagging and his eyes were bright. I took him to the veterinarian this morning to get the scoop. He's about five years old, flea and parasite free, and now sporting a shiny new collar and leash. I named him Falkor, after my favorite character from The Neverending Story. The resemblance is striking.
After examining Falkor, the doctor had to break the news to us. He has a congenital heart defect, an inherited problem that makes his heartbeat irregular and results in the occasional coughing attack as he tries to catch his breath. There's nothing that can be done - medication might mask the symptoms, but it won't solve the problem. He could have a couple years, or months, or less. He is the sweetest, most loving chap I've ever met, and in the past 24 hours he's come a long way from the petrified pup we picked up off the streets. He's going to stay with us until I can get him fat and happy. Though I think we already have the happy part covered.
Oh My Goodness!!! He does look exactly like Falcor! He is adorable......of course; I knew somehow; someway; you would find a way to adopt a pet out there.....Hope you don't miss him too much when you have to leave!!! Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.......... :o)
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ReplyDeleteFalcor's super powers brought you two together, word got out about the "american girl alto, que ama a los perros" and the rest is history. I predict that the "Falcor Cut" will become all the rage back in the states. Thank you for this adorable, heart-warming update!! xoxoxo
ReplyDeletei am so happy you made reference to Falcor , he's so amazing .
ReplyDeletea very cute pup .
he's probably the best company .