Sometimes no matter how hard we try the good Lord needs them more than us and so he takes them into his loving arms.  Moses had been doing so well and it seemed as if he was going to beat the odds but it wasn't meant to be.  He was sent to the bridge by his loving mom.  Wrapped in a warm blanket in her arms with her love enveloping him.  Too many health problems for his poor little body to handle.  Such a short life to be filled with so much pain and suffering, thank God for Jennifer and the care and love she was able to give him in his last days.  Heaven must be overrun with sweet babies whose lives were cut short because some person who was responsible for them in the beginning failed them and left it to another who had the heart to try to pick up the pieces and try to make them whole again.  These same people have to make the hard decisions of letting them go with peace when the suffering is more than they should have to endure.  Thank you Jennifer for caring enough and having the strength to do what was needed.

Beau was only with me for two days and he seemed to be a normal Boxer boy looking for a new home.  He didn't have a chance.  For the last two years he had been shuffled around, abused, starved, and used to make money by being breed and when he couldn't take it any more he started fighting back.  In the people world that is a death sentence for a dog.  It wasn't his fault and if there had been any other way for me to go then I would have done it.  I had to send him to the bridge today after he tried to attack someone and I found out that he already had a history of biting.  Those people who were responsible for his misery will surely pay the price one day, but for now he paid the ultimate price  with his life, and after I stopped crying I got angry.  Angry at the person who surrendered him to me and wasn't honest, and even angrier at the people who tortured him until he fought back.  I guess first I have to forgive myself for not being able to fix everything for him.  One day when I see him at the bridge I hope he can forgive me for making this decision.  I didn't know him long but all he had ever shown me was love and I don't know what else I could have done.

Our unofficial mascot Beau was sent to the bridge after spending 4 years with us.  Beau had been dumped in a night box at one of the Sacramento shelters.  He was emaciated, full of fleas, his ears were thick and encrusted with flea dirt, and his front legs were bent and bloody.  At first we thought it was just an temporary injury, but after consulting a specialist we found out his neck had been broken from a blow and he was crippled.  It never stopped him from hopping around the orchard in good weather and enjoying the sunshine.  He was a crusty guy who didn't like anyone but me and sometimes he looked at me with a little dislike.  He was unable to pull himself up from the floor at the end and had begun soiling himself where he lay.  I knew it was time but still had a hard time doing it.  He fought it all the way and I know that one day when I see him at the bridge he will probably give me a good bite and then kiss my face and I look forward to it.  I loved his little pointy ears and his funny moods and I look forward to seeing him running towards me whole and healthy.  Forgive me for the bad times.