Anastasia'S Elderly Rescue'S - Aer

Anastasia's Elderly Rescue's is a page dedicated to elderly or in-firmed dogs looking for homes or fosters with a special interest in the bully breeds that are looked upon so poorly by todays media
We are located in Calgary Alberta Canada

Email: pits-rockl@hotmail.com
My name was Anastasia and my dad adopted me from Hamilton Ontario Canada when I was approximately 2 years old. He adopted me because he had just lost his 13 year old pointer "blue" and his other staffie Ariel had stopped eating from missing blue so much. Hence my entry into the pack.
I stayed with my dad all through his university career up until the summer of 2005 when BSL was introduced into Ontario. Not wanting to have his companions muzzled 24 /7 along with 35 other pages of regulations . . . Dad left his masters in progress, during his last semester, packed up and headed west. 8 years later still in Calgary, now 14 years old I contracted ocular cancer. The vet said that it is a very painful cancer. My dad didn't want me to suffer, even though he will always miss me he let me pass over the rainbow bridge with him holding me . . . I will wait for him there when his time comes : '(

One by one, they pass my cage, too old, too worn, too broken, no way! Way past his time, he can't run and play. They shake their heads slowly and go on their way. A little old man, arthritic and sore, it seems I'm not wanted anymore. I once had a home, I once had a bed, a place that was warm and where I was fed. Now my muzzle is grey and my eyes slowly fail. Who wants a dog so old and so frail? My family decided I didn't belong, I got in their way, my attitude was wrong. Whatever excuse they made in their head can't justify how they left me for dead. Now I sit in this cage where day after day, those younger dogs get adopted away. When I had almost come to the end of my rope, you saw my face and I finally had hope! You saw through the grey and the legs bent with age. . . and felt I still had life beyond the cage. You took me home, gave me food and a bed. . . and shared your pillow with an old tired head. We snuggle and play, and you talk to me low. You love me so dearly, you want me to know. I may have lived most of my life with another but you outshine them with a love so much stronger. And I promise to return all the love I can give, to you my dear person, as long as I live. I may be with you a week or for years; we will share many smiles, you will no doubt shed tears. And when the time comes that God deems I must leave, I know you will cry and your heart, it will grieve. And when I arrive at the Bridge, all brand new. . . my thoughts and my heart will still be with you. And I will brag to all those who will hear. . . OF THE ANGEL WHO MADE MY LAST DAYS SO DEAR. ~ Author unknown