I am a member of the walking teams and was at the refuge on a Thursday as usual. Just before we finished Mel and I went to the back kennels. There was a little black puppy that had been brought in by two girls that afternoon and abandoned. I looked at this sorry soul who was sitting by the door shivering. The whites of her eyes were showing and her pink puppy tummy. I can’t resist a puppy tummy! I went to talk to her and she growled - so lots of pluck! When she was let out into the run she cowered in the corner so I went to talk to her again and she was timid but let me stroke her and make a fuss. It was at that moment that I knew I had to foster her. I hadn’t particularly been looking to foster, but it was that vital moment of a match. A quick discussion with Mel and it was decided that we would take her into the care of Les Amis and she would live with me until she was older and we could find her a loving home. Unfortunately I could not take her immediately so my husband went with Mel the next day to pick her up. By now, she had been let into the run with the other bigger dogs and was now limping. She came with Pat and Mel with no fuss.
She met our two Irish Wolfhounds, Hascot and Doughal, without a moment’s worry. She looked around her new place and obviously liked it. She then ate her supper, curled up on a rug and went to sleep. Even with that short time in the refuge, she was completely exhausted, as so many refuge dogs are.
Hascot decided the best form of defence was to ignore her completely, even when she sat on his head! Doughal was a little more interested and they have developed a good relationship and play well together. Hascot is beginning to take notice but still very tolerant of the whirlwind that flies around.
We took her to the vet and she was healthy and had her vaccinations updated. We did have a slight worry that she was limping and her back legs had a tendency to collapse. It took a little time but these have now completely resolved.
Thus it was that she wheedled her way into our home, into our hearts and into our lives. And so her foster home, became her adoptive home.
She has now been sterilised from which she made a full and energetic recovery. She loves the two boys and plays with them in the garden. Walks in the forest, leaping all over the place, running sniffing and enjoying herself but never goes too far, keeping us or Doughal in sight. She comes when called most of the time. Happy all the time and clearly likes people and always settles near or touching one of us. Neither Perdy nor we have looked back. We have definitely adopted her!
Christmas was approaching and there was no interest in adopting Ulysse. The kennels where he was staying were full over the Xmas period - and therefore the people running the kennels were also fully committed. We needed somewhere urgently for Ulysse to go. An appeal on Facebook brought a number of interested people. The "winners" were up in the mountains beyond Pau. Ulysse was going to spend Xmas there . . . and he did . . . very successfully . . . so much so that he stayed and became a delightful part of their family. Failed fosterers abound - and we are always happy when they do! For Ulysse we know that he has finally found the love, the care and the family life he needs.
Sometimes things happen for a reason. Jaeger's original fosterer injured her knee and was laid up. He was getting bored . . . and consequently naughty so it was thought best to find a new home for him.
Just onto our books had come a new fostering family who knew setters - a gift from the universe! And so he went to stay with them - and it was a match made in heaven. He even looked like their other two setters! It was not long before fostering became adoption and there is no-one more delighted than us for this boy.
TANSY, MIO AND MAX
After fostering these three kittens were returned to the refuge where they represented a great "bargain". Unlike many refuge cats they were fully vaccinated, house-trained and used to being handled in a home environment. Fostering made a huge difference to these three beauties.
This is just another story of a dog knowing when he's at home and when he's not. As a refuge dog he was excitable and quite barmy. The only way he was ever going to be adopted was for him to go into foster and learn some basic table manners!! He joined a family of two female collies (both already rescued), and a pomeranian cross who is old and in permanent foster. And he strangely knew he had 'come home'. He has been in foster now for several months and, guess what, his fosterers have decided that he's going to stay. He is a total joy to them and is well integrated as part of the 'gang'.
Timmi's success is quite simple. Dogs know when they are 'at home' - and this was the case for Timmi with his second foster family. He fitted right in there straightaway. He was walking off the lead within a couple of days, demonstrated that he had excellent recall and just generally made himself at home. It is for this reason that his foster family decided they would foster him to end of life. What does this mean? It means that he will stay with them as 'their' dog, and all veterinary costs as they arise will be paid for by people who have generously donated in one way or another to the work of Les Amis des Animaux.
Long-term fostering is one of the best ways to help "oldies" have a comfortable and loving life in whatever time they have left.