RayRay - Fostering from a dog's perspective

They call me RayRay. 

Not as impressive as Ishmael, but I’ve grown accustomed to it

My life began in May, 2015.  According to medical records, I was born two or three months before that, but my life didn’t start then.  I don’t really remember anything from before.  My foster mom tells me that I must remember something because I am told that a couple of times, I have been sound asleep yet growling and fearful. I wake up to see my foster mom and my besties and all the bad stuff is gone.  Which brings me back to where I started.  My life began in May 2015.  The day I met Snuggles … and Opal.

As the story goes, Joyce saw me at a different shelter … an “Animal Control” facility.  I had only one eye and my legs – all four of them – were bent in the wrong place.  Some called it Rickets.  I called it a drag.

I laid in the corner of a small, stainless steel cage, too afraid to stand up.  I don’t remember how long I stayed that way.  People would come every day to give me food and water and make sure my space was clean … but I wanted nothing to do with them.  Until one day in May.

On that day, someone picked me up and carried me a long way.  I just starred into space … pretending I wasn’t really there.  I went outside with them and then they let me onto the grass and the most amazing thing happened.  She walked into my life.  Snuggles.  A big girl who with one look told me everything would be okay and I knew as long as I was near her, it would be.  And we were both right! They called her my foster mom.

 ←That's her my Mom!!!!

In my mind, my real foster was my Snuggles.  The human in the house – well I wasn’t too sure about.  For a long time I wasn’t quite sure about any bipeds, but my Snuggles and my Opal helped me learn, ever so slowly, that people were not all bad.  And gentle pets were, after all, pretty nice.

It’s been just over a year now and  I am big and healthy and happy!  I’m no longer the littlest one here.  My legs are straight and strong.  My eye, of course, is still gone but I hardly notice, nor does anyone else unless you look close.  I still wobble sometimes, which I used to do a lot, but just a little now.

I love to play (see video) with my Besties, and pillows, and squishy beds and toys that get really fluffy if you chew them just right.

Most of all, I love that I had a chance, and that many like me get a chance - to live – thanks to the fosters who take the time and give the patience and care to let us!

For more information about RayRay visit his webpage. If you would like to help save a great guy like me just email foster@animalcompassionteam. Those nice people will help you get started!

As told to Barbara Rodiek (by RayRay)

RayRay's Foster Mom

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