28/06/2025
Fospice and medical fostering bring an extra dose of the “I don’t know how you do it, I could never” comments. But this, this right here, is how. Just look at that sweet old face, cozy in his orthopedic bed, snuggled up with a stolen blanket 😆. They all deserve this kind of comfort.
Given his age and condition, Kringle didn’t stand much of a chance making it out of a rural county shelter. The thought of his old bones suffering on those cold concrete floors? Unbearable. So he came home with me, originally just to spend one final holiday season. And here he is, six months later, still raising a little hell. My stubborn old troublemaker 🙃.
Life is fleeting. Whether they’re 12 weeks or 12 years, tomorrow is never promised. So we love them deeply. We cherish each moment.
We’ll never know where Kringle came from, but we know he was loved once. He arrived neutered, with spotless bloodwork, housebroken, and with a deep love for riding shotgun. He was someone’s best friend. It breaks my heart that he lost them in the end 🥺. But I hope we’ve made up for it here. With enough love and good memories to last a lifetime.
These days, he’s slowing down. His mind sometimes drifts, his body aches, and bed-time accidents are becoming more common. But even as age creeps in, his spirit hasn't dimmed. He still soaks up every short walk, every car ride, every bum scritchie, and yes, every bit of table food I can sneak him.
We’re savoring what time we have left, knowing that goodbye is coming. It will never be easy, but he is, without a doubt, worth every second. ❤️
