Mac
	Gender: Male Age: 1 Year Foster Home: Vic

May, 2014: I’ll never forget the day I first met Mac. There was this instant connection; his happy face, his doggie personality…he has never been the most graceful of creatures, just like his adopted owner ever the one to bump into a door or get exactly into that perfect spot under my foot, causing me to stumble? Mac has followed me everywhere, and dutifully waited at the picture window of our house the moment he’d realized I had pulled up in the driveway each day after work. He most definitely could recognize which car was coming down the road, and that it was my car or it was my husband’s car. He always knows. And oh, how he can just tug at my heart strings when I pulled out of the driveway each day—him of course staring out that front window. When I’m out working in the garden, he is right out in the yard with me. And he would happily run alongside me each morning for our little jogs around the neighborhood with his tongue hanging out, but oh, look out if Mac spots a rabbit! We were always leashed, so I would occasionally get a bit more of a work out trying to keep up with him on a bunny quest. Later, as he got on a bit more in years, and under the advisement of his DVM, he wasn’t running with me anymore, but follow me everywhere still. I’m convinced that he can tell when I’m just about to wake up in the morning. It’s pretty well known that one’s breathing & temperature will change at the time of waking up from sleep, and Mac is right at my face, prepared to lick, if I’d let him! He’s at my feet now as I type…Mac has added so much joy to our family. When my kids were younger, it was surely comforting to know that they weren’t coming home from school to an empty house; Mac always there to greet them, and demand his afternoon feeding as well! These past 8 years have been so enriched with him in our lives.

It’s with great sadness however that I must report that he very likely has osteosarcoma. He has had limb pain in his left elbow for some weeks now, and it’s not likely that the cause could be anything other than this. I don’t have a definitive diagnosis yet, but unfortunately, the signs all point that way. There’s tears now added to that chewed off corner of Mac’s puppy pictures that you’d provided me with. I still don’t know what I’m going to do when the inevitable arrives…

I just wanted you to know I’ll always be grateful to you, and to Vic (who’d fostered Mac), for putting Mac into our lives.

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