We live in a rural area and I was so very sad to learn how many homeless people we have in the Monroe area. I am very disappointed to see our U.S. Veterans lost to the streets. It just makes me so sad. It can happen in a second. To anyone.
Many people do choose to remain homeless. But most would give a lot to have a safe place for themselves and their family to sleep at night. Some choose to sleep outside if the shelter will not accept their dogs. I’ve heard people write and talk about homeless people not deserving to have a dog or pet. That they cannot possibly be taking good care of them living on the streets.
Those are the people who do not see people feeding their dogs before they themselves eat. Wrapping up in any blanket they can find just to keep that living soul close and warm. Those dogs are often their last ‘thing’ on earth and when that happens, the dog becomes much more than family. Much much more. They are the only comfort that person has left.
I’m pretty sure you’ve met our Fletcher, the Great Pyrenees puppy by now. We’ve had him a few months now and this is his story.
My wonderful Mom volunteers to walk dogs at the county shelter near her home. We had already adopted our Pyr Teagan from the shelter. Then this little puppy came along.
I do not know much about Fletcher’s prior person. I kept an eye on the puppy and offered to take him. Then his owner came to retrieve Fletcher. All the way from some place far away- on a bus. He loved his dog.
It turned out this man did not have a home. He was sleeping on the streets and his soul was this beautiful puppy. I think one of the shelter gals was dropping off dog food to him to try and help them out.
One day, that brave, sad man came back to the shelter to leave Fletcher there for good. He said he could not make Fletcher live on the streets during the winter, he could not afford to feed a big dog or have regular vet care.
The shelter gals told him they already had a good home for his puppy but we all know that doesn’t help much when you are leaving your soul behind. To trust a stranger to love and keep your dog. I know nothing else about this man except for what I learned from Fletcher.
That puppy has the best manners- most of the time. He was only 13 weeks old when we adopted him. He already knew how to shake, high five, sit, down and of course the ever important ‘no.’ He also loves to be brushed. I can see the time he put into his puppy to raise such a good citizen. Things he does are hilarious and we stumble upon his tricks and such always by accident.
When we adopted him, his name was Jim. Since my hubby’s name is Jim we re-named the puppy Fletcher. A special family name in the Ryan family. We figured Jim was young enough to learn a new name. Not. Just the other day I was getting frustrated because Fletcher would not respond to me. That is definitely a Pyr trait but he was taking it a little over the limit. Finally I said JIM no. That puppy sat his little hinder down, looked over his shoulder at me like, hey, gotcha’, aren’t I a good good boy? Wow.
His name is now officially Puppy Jim Fletcher Ryan. :0)
I don’t know if Puppy Jim’s person will ever read this, but we will never forget how hard it was for you to let him go to a new home. We love your puppy. You did an amazing job raising him. We will be forever grateful for him and love him all his life.
My wish for Christmas would be that if you see a homeless person with a pet, how about stopping to help out with a bag of dog/cat food. A warm meal. Or leave a bag of dog food off at a food pantry. There are also many veterinarians who have pet food pantries now.
Thank you all for everything you do for our sheep every day. We would not be where we are today with out you. We truly appreciate each and every one of you.
…There but before the grace of God go I.
Jim & Sandy Ryan
and all our sheep, llama, horse and chicken family
…where sheep may safely graze.