Written by Ivy Schroer
I was never one to say things were “meant to be” but it is hard not to use those words when recalling the story of our boy Jones. In early November we unexpectedly lost our pittie Pandora to cancer. It was a devastating blow losing my heart dog of 14 years.
Meanwhile Jones, an adolescent pup, had already spent over a month at the Elba County Shelter in Alabama.
In late December, our other pittie Angus was diagnosed with bladder cancer. Our already grieving hearts were shattered. Just days later, Jones was pulled by Wiregrass Animal Group after three months in the shelter. Little did anyone know this was the beginning of his long journey to us!
Gus battled cancer for the next 4 months. Our life was ruled by chemo appts, medication doses and managing his symptoms. Our third dog Beatrice was our little rock during the tough times and helped to cheer us all up when needed. Jones continued to flourish in his amazing foster home but unfortunately he had no local adoption interest.
The beginning of May we said goodbye to our GusGus and our once family of five dwindled to just three. Bea experienced being an only dog for the first time and it did not suit her. It became evident that we humans could not fill the void of a canine sibling. Over the next couple weeks our once bossy and silly Beatrice became more and more depressed and we knew we had to put our grief aside and find her a sibling stat!
