I am writing to you tonight because I will not forgive myself if I don't at least try...
My name is Jay, and I am currently, along with my wife, boys, and other dogs, Cashew's foster family.
He has stolen our hearts. And now because of an over sight on my part, my family has heartache...
Here is what happened...
Over a year ago we were exposed to New Hope Rescue when a friend tagged us about a dog being left behind and would have been euthanized if left. His name was Joe. We did not hesitate. We took him. He came to us scrawny, scared, and knowing only a cage...
Long story short? We failed at our foster with him because of the life inside him. He forgot the past and embraced his present with us... and after emergency surgery this weekend to remove a blockage, he is thriving.
Then again, approximately three months ago, Ebony was tagged for us in another rescue run to Georgia...A scraggly, mangy lab mix no one wanted. We had recently lost our Mya Marie of 15 years due to old age... broke our hearts... My wife went and grabbed at the chance to bring Ebony home... she even renamed her to Molly Mae, Our Little Squirt... after she arrived home so full of life and love... we have never seen a booty shake so much... And so foster fail #2...
Which brings me to Cashew... I saw him in a share and immediately saw my Titania, the Border Collie who found me at a rescue and saved my life... Along with that, he has our Jack's look also... big ole lab... Jack is Mya's brother and almost 16 years old and in his twilight years...
I knew in my heart Cash was a part of us missing... so we tagged to foster. And that is where I messed up...
I have always been under the impression fosters had first choice to adopt. We had both of our first two with zero problems...turns out because no one wanted them... sad but fine by us.
Now with Cash spoken for by an approved adopter, we are cast aside, having to wait until you decide if you want him or not...
That hurts more then I can say, especially after having been there for two other dogs and the rescue when they needed us...
Had I understood we did not have the rights to adopt but had to speak up and express that prior to an approved adopter doing so, I would have done it the first day we had Cash... He fit immediately... especially with Mollie Mae... I almost believe it is as if they understand and share a connection because they both came from the same shelter in Georgia... they know...
Or youngest son, Jayson, aka The Goob, saw the resemblance in Cash with Titania and Jack... hugged me and whispered 'Thank you Dad" in my ear... See he was adopted too...along with his brother, Jordan, and our other son, Jake... They connect with our dogs with this link... and see us a very special family, my wife and I unable to have kids... adopted dogs and then children to make a family of 'misfits' so to speak, though I see it as a family of perfect fits... Cash being another piece to our puzzle of life... He slid in perfectly.
Except for the oversight on my part.
So... am I playing on your heart by writing this to you? Hoping you will allow us to adopt him? Absolutely. I would do anything for my family. And if I don't try I will never know if it would have helped. I hate regret.
We want Cash as part of our family, so very very badly. You hold that power with your decision. I beg you to defer and allow us to adopt him.
I appreciate you taking the time to check this out.
All my best...
Jay
My name is Jay, and I am currently, along with my wife, boys, and other dogs, Cashew's foster family.
He has stolen our hearts. And now because of an over sight on my part, my family has heartache...
Here is what happened...
Over a year ago we were exposed to New Hope Rescue when a friend tagged us about a dog being left behind and would have been euthanized if left. His name was Joe. We did not hesitate. We took him. He came to us scrawny, scared, and knowing only a cage...
Long story short? We failed at our foster with him because of the life inside him. He forgot the past and embraced his present with us... and after emergency surgery this weekend to remove a blockage, he is thriving.
Then again, approximately three months ago, Ebony was tagged for us in another rescue run to Georgia...A scraggly, mangy lab mix no one wanted. We had recently lost our Mya Marie of 15 years due to old age... broke our hearts... My wife went and grabbed at the chance to bring Ebony home... she even renamed her to Molly Mae, Our Little Squirt... after she arrived home so full of life and love... we have never seen a booty shake so much... And so foster fail #2...
Which brings me to Cashew... I saw him in a share and immediately saw my Titania, the Border Collie who found me at a rescue and saved my life... Along with that, he has our Jack's look also... big ole lab... Jack is Mya's brother and almost 16 years old and in his twilight years...
I knew in my heart Cash was a part of us missing... so we tagged to foster. And that is where I messed up...
I have always been under the impression fosters had first choice to adopt. We had both of our first two with zero problems...turns out because no one wanted them... sad but fine by us.
Now with Cash spoken for by an approved adopter, we are cast aside, having to wait until you decide if you want him or not...
That hurts more then I can say, especially after having been there for two other dogs and the rescue when they needed us...
Had I understood we did not have the rights to adopt but had to speak up and express that prior to an approved adopter doing so, I would have done it the first day we had Cash... He fit immediately... especially with Mollie Mae... I almost believe it is as if they understand and share a connection because they both came from the same shelter in Georgia... they know...
Or youngest son, Jayson, aka The Goob, saw the resemblance in Cash with Titania and Jack... hugged me and whispered 'Thank you Dad" in my ear... See he was adopted too...along with his brother, Jordan, and our other son, Jake... They connect with our dogs with this link... and see us a very special family, my wife and I unable to have kids... adopted dogs and then children to make a family of 'misfits' so to speak, though I see it as a family of perfect fits... Cash being another piece to our puzzle of life... He slid in perfectly.
Except for the oversight on my part.
So... am I playing on your heart by writing this to you? Hoping you will allow us to adopt him? Absolutely. I would do anything for my family. And if I don't try I will never know if it would have helped. I hate regret.
We want Cash as part of our family, so very very badly. You hold that power with your decision. I beg you to defer and allow us to adopt him.
I appreciate you taking the time to check this out.
All my best...
Jay
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Two quick videos of Mollie Mae playing with her big brother Cash... which they do all day... I wish I had half that energy!
A video done by a student from Michigan State University on me and the dogs in my life over the years...some still with us...some passed over the Rainbow Bridge... Shot at our home here in Mt. Pleasant on three acres over looking the
Chip River.
Chip River.